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By MES. E. p. PEEKIHS, 



DENISON, TEXAS. 



" 'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear, 
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what 't were," 




DALLAS, TEXAS: 

PEARRE BROTHERS, PRINTERS. 

1886. 






ENTERED ACCORDING TO ACT OF CONGRESS IN THE YEAR 1886, 

By MRS. E. F. PERKINS, 

IN THE OFFICE OF THE LIBRARIAN OF CONGRESS, AT WASHINGTON. 



PREFACE 



I AM, indeed, well aware that this book, like all others, will 
be subject to criticism, but I feel sure that in the great heart of 
the generous public (notwithstanding the taunted jeers of a few 
heartless critics), they will, in their just conceptions of imperfect 
humanity, make due allowance, and be more noble in their char- 
itable feelings than to try to suppress so humble an one, for 
doing something hundreds of others have done. 

And I hope when they view, these pages through, 
They^'ll find the matter all original and' true; 
No flower of speech borrowed nor bought. 
And but few quotations from others sought. 

The most cursory glance over its pages will at once convince 
the reader that a number of these pieces have been written in 
various circumstances, only slightly differing in style. Other- 
wise often diverging widely from each other, and even in 
some instances two pieces have been written on the same sub- 
ject with significations quite^ opposite to each other. This, as a 
matter of fact, may be readily accounted for by the peculiarity 
of circumstances under which they have been written or com- 
posed. 

" Many men of many kinds," 

Make a world of many minds. 
Many writers of many books. 
With a figurative genius of style and looks. 



Perpetually talk of its phenomena and power; 
And in a flight of fancy they tower 
Far beyond the true passions of the soul, 
Into the mazes of a sylph or ghostly ghoul. 

Time, place and age make a vast difference in writers' pro- 
ductions. In youth, when the mind and body are vigorous, fuU 
of vivacity, exhilarated with the fascinating pleasures of future 
hopes, the feelings, fervid and passionate, are unmistakably 
delineated in their writings. But how different at the noon-tide 
of life, when the mind and body have become fully matured, set- 
tled down on fixed and true principles, on the real substantial 
things of life, and can with the eye of age and experience look 
back o'er life's panaramo of the past, and realize the phantom 
hopes of ideal pleasures that are so animating to the youthful 
mind swept away by living realities. Hence a marked change 
in the writings of individuals in this period of life is observed to 
be more grave and sedate. 

But oh! how sweet, at late eventide, 

To gather youth's flowers by the way-side. 

When the silvery frosts of old age 

Is mantling the brow of the time-worn sage. 

When amid worldly cares and strife, ♦ 

In the ever-changing scenes of life. 

Beautiful gems of thought, like a sweet flower. 

Awakens new life by its magic power. 

Dear reader, in perusing the contents of this little volume, 
kindly remember that we are but human, liable to err, and that 
perfection is a rare blossom which seldom blooms this side of 
heaven. 

Therefore, be not surprised errors to find, 
Not of the heart but of the mind. 

MRS. E. F. PERKINS. 



CONTENTS. 



CHILD'S DEPARMMENT. 

An Approaching Storm, - - - 37 

Child's Letter to a Friend, - - - 39 

Love, ..... 40 

Nature, - - - - - - 31 

Our Sails Are Hoisted, - - - 36 

Rapid River, - - ^ - - 31 

Stephensville, - - - . - 29 

School Days, - - - - - 32 

Spring, ..... 33 

The Past, ^ ' ^ - - 35 

The Empire, - ... 36 

Whisperings, - » ' ' - 34 

Wanderings, .... 38 

YOUTH'S DEPARTMENT. 

Angels of the Earth, - - ' - 54 

A Fond Farewell, - ^ - - 58 

Answer to April Fool, - - - '63 

A Reply, - - - - - - 67 

A Congratulation, - - - - 74 

A Boy's Courtship, .... 79 

A Gent and His Dinner, ' - - - 87 



6 CONTENTS. 

A Valentine, .... 93 

Acrostics, . . . . - 129 

Broken-Hearted, - - - - t6 

Criticism, - - - - - 111 

Dedicated to L. E. P., . - . 73 

Fancies of Love, - - - - - 85 

Glories of Sunset, - - - - 44 

Grod a Lover of Beauty, - - - - 56 

Hope, - - . - - - 45 

I Think of Thee, - - - ' - - 50 

Improvement, - - - - 70 

It was in My Mind, - - - - 86 

Kisses, ----- 82 

Lines to a Friend, - - - - 42 

Lines to Mattie — Trust, - - - 57 

Love Dream, - - - - - 75 

My Love, ----- 61 

Morning of Life, - - - - - 73 

Morning Thoughts, - - - - 80 

My Guest, - - - - - 81 

Matrimony, ----- 82 

Meeting, - - - - - 83 

Mistaken Love, - - - - 83 

My Friend, - - - - - 89 

Our Duty, - - - - - 85 

Praise God, - - - - - 58 

Pass the Tickets, - . - . 59 

Past, - - - - - - 65 

Present, - - - - - 66 

]Past, Present and Future, - - - - 93 

Present, - - - - - 94 

Parting and Meeting, - - - - 100 

liumor, - - - - - ^"i 



CONTENTS. 7 

Scattered Thoughts, - - - - 41 

Soliloquy, ... - - 46 

Silvery Tones, - - - - 46 

Sweet Memories, - ... - 49 

Star of Hope, - - ^ ^ - 92 

St. Valentine's Day, - ^ - 97 

Silver Lake, - - ... - 101 

The Works of Nature, - - - 43 

The Farmer, - - ^ - - 47 

The Porter, - - - - - 49 

The Poet Lone Star, - - - - 52 

The Flower, .... 53 

The Wish, -. ^ - - ^55 

The Setting Sun, - - . - 55 

TheFareweH, - ^ - - - 60 

This World a Vain Show, ... 61 

Texalene, - - - - - 64 

To Jennie, - - - - 70 

The Drizzling Rain, - - - - 72 

The Maid, - - - - - 76 

Temperance Call, - - - - 88 

Temperance Vote, - - - - 92 

To Scott, - ^ - ^ -^95 

The Lark, ..... 96 

The False One, - - ^ _ . . 98 

Valentine's Eve, - - ^ - 66 

When I Married, - - - - 68 

Wooing, ----- 77 

Wisdom, - - - - - 82 

What is Home Without a Mother? - - 90 

Youth, - - - - - 51 

SENIOR DEPARTMENT. 

A Ride on the Accommodation Car, - - 176 



8 CONTENTS. 

A Vision, - - - - - 193 

A Prize to Win, - - - - 209 

Be Mindful of Death, - - - - 144 

Book of Nature, - - - - 166 

Be Original, . . . . . 175 

Be Careful How You Sow, - - - 181 

City Life, - - - - - 148 

Departed Friends, . . . . I35 

Duty, - - - - - - 150 

Doubting Fear, - - - - 153 

Earth's Beauties, ----- 169 

Earth a Wildernes, - - - - 1T9 

Future, - - - - - - 139 

Forsaken, ----- 14Y 

Friendship's Farewell, - - - - 161 

Friends, We Do Not Well, - - - 180 

Golden Morn, - - - - - 170 

Homeward Sailing, . - . . 173 
Ignorance, ----- 16Y 

Ills of Life, - - - - - 181 

Knights of Labor, - - - - 168 

Life, - - - - - 141 

Life's Ocean, ----- lYi 

Man, .... - 136 

Maxims, - - - - - 162 

Musings, _ . - - - 170 

My Dream, - - - - - 183 

Our Faults, ----- 158 

Kace of Man, - - - - - 137 

The Valedictory, - - - - 137 

The Soul of a Mirror, - - - - 138 

The Farmer, - - - - 140 

The Rebel, - - - - - 144 



CONTKNTS. y 

The Prisoner, . . - _ 145 

The Sound of Battle, . - - _ 146 

ToJ. P. P., . . _ . 148 

Tried Friends, - - - - - 149 

Tell Me Not Life is a Dream, - - - 149 

TeU Me With Whom Thou Goest, - - - 151 

The First Sorrow, . . - - 152 

The Lost Flowers, - - - - 151- 

Temperance Cause, - - - - 155 

To the Veterans, - - - - 160 

Time, . .... 164 

There's No Place Like Home, - - - 164 

To an Absent Friend, - - - 166 

Tribute of Respect, - - - - 1Y2 

To Gertie, - - - - - 1Y4 

To the Memory of Jennie A. Perkins, - - 1Y5 

The Far-Off Shore, - - - - 182 

The Green Mansion, _ . . - 188 

Woman's Rights, - - - ' - 142 

Youth and Beauty, - - - - 165 

You Must Educate, - - - - 177 

PROSE DEPARTMENT. 

Always Look on the Bright Side, . . - 261 

Cranks, - - - - - 263 

Farewell, - - - - - 273 

Higher Life, - - - - 211 

Hope, - - - - - - 253 

Home, ... - - 254 
Improvement, ----- 260 

Man's Creation, . - - . 256 

Man's Transgression, _ _ - - 265 

The Golden Leaves, - - - - 243 



10 CONTieNTS* 

The Temperance Cause, - - - -^ 251 

The Good Old Times, - - - - 268 

Valedictory Song, - - -. - 275 

Wisdom, ----- 241 

Woman, the Weaker Vessel, - - - 258 



NTRODDCTORT REMARKS 



Perhaps, by way of introduction, it would be but proper to 
give the reader an insight of the different styles and composi- 
tion, reflecting with fidelity the mind and spirit of the author, in 
order that they may better appreciate the different forms of 
expression used under varied circumstances, times and places in 
this work, as few can indeed clearly discriminate the real extent 
and importance of that influence which circumstances and sur- 
roundings have always exercised over human affairs, or can be 
aware how often they are determined by causes much slighter 
than are apparent to a casual or smperficial observer ; therefore, 
in justice to myself, I deem it of the utmost consequence to give 
the reader a few of the many disadvantages under which I have 
labored. 

Having been reared in a country iioted mostly for its broad 
area of acres and boundless, trackless prairies, inhabited by a 
bold, energetic and hospitable class of people who, like all other 
pioneer inhabitants, vied with each other who should have the 
largest farms and ranches, consequently very little attention was 
devoted to educational enterprises by our pioneer fathers until 
within the last twenty-five years. They seemed to think that 



12 INTRODUCTORY REMARKS. 

the wild, beautiful country needed development fully as much 
as the population, for Nature's resources were then almost 
unbounded for magnificence and utility. At that time the native 
Texan was in the lap of luxury, so far as a primitive living was 
concerned. Domestic education in that period of our history 
was thought to be of more importance than any other. Our 
stalwart sons and fair daughters were well educated in good 
morals, industry and general usefulness, which is the only sure 
foundation of a happy life. It is useless to try to build upon a 
lazy, shattered constitution. If the body be depraved through 
bad morals and stunted through inactivity, and the brain fired 
and weakened through intemperance, the living principle of the 
man has departed, naught remains save the shadow. Hence it 
is very important that we should always have a sure foundation 
on which to build usefulness and greatness 

The youth labored under a great many disadlvantages during 
the development of our grand Lone Star State. The most prom- 
inent features were mental and social development. The first 
was owing to the limited supply of the diiferent kinds of educa- 
tional institutions, and the latter from the intermixture of society 
antagonistic to each other ; therefore you will readily perceive 
the different sentiments exposed in my writing. Sometimes, 
prompted by a feeling of sympathy or veneration, perhaps 
admiration, then my thoughts would flow out in that strain. 
But if I should happen to see something which would produce a 
feeling of ridicule or disgust, as a natural sequence my thoughts 
Avould run in that channel. Hence, you see, by so many differ- 
ent associations, the mind is calculated to be detracted fiom its 
usefulness or a more noble train of thought. Consequently, 
amidst the many objects brought within the range of my con- 
templation, must, as a natural sequel, be the simplest and most 
natural volition of the mind and feeling that has prompted all of 
my writings, which requires neither for their comprehension 



rNTRODUCTOEY REMARKS. 



13 



nor application any well-skilled philosopher to determine their 

meaning. 

Dear reader when these pages you scan, 

I trust you will be too noble a woman or man, 

To censure or ridicule so humble an one 

For doing what thousands of others have done. 

And when you view these pages with a critic's eye. 

Remember, as you try the mistakes and eiTors to espy, 

That they were composed and written by the hand 

Of one who was reared in the wild Texas land. 

A natural flower, blooming on her native soil, 

Impelled by no motive, save the upright honest toil, 

To say or do something to cheer the lonely way 

Of a friend, or reclaim a wanderer that's gone astray. 




BIOGRAPHY. 



In writing a brief memoir of my life, I shall only try to give 
the reader a few of the most important events or incidents that 
have happened to come under my general observation. In com- 
mon with all other writers, perhaps it would be well not to 
depart from the general rule or custom of other authors, to give 
an insight of my ancestry. I am far from being in the least 
ashamed of them, for, like all other pioneer people who came to 
Texas at an early day, when the Indian war-whoop was scarcely 
over, as a matter of fact, they had to encounter many severe 
trials, and suffer many trying hardships and privations incidental 
to a frontier life, in rearing a family of small children. 

My father, John F. Crawford, was born in the year 1810, in 
Madison county, Missouri. My mother's maiden name was 
Almira Zachary, daughter of Col. Caleb Zachary, who volun-- 
teered his services in the Mexican war, in the year 1836. She 
was born in the State of Tennessee, near the city of Nashville, 
in the year 1818, and spent only a very short time in her native 
State. My grandfather moved into the State of Arkansas when 
she was about eight years old, where he lived the remainder of 
his days. My father, also, when quite a youth, immigrated from 
Missouri to Arkansas, where he lived until he married my 
mother, in the year 1837. After five years of married life 
elapsed, he then removed to Texas, the Lone Star State, in the 
year 1842, equipped with a wagon, wife and three children, 



BIOGRAPHY, 15 

myself being the youngest, only three months old, when they 
reached their place of destination in Lamar county, Texas; 
hence I claim the Lone Star State my native State, as I was too 
young to know any other. My father's possessions were quite 
limited; his wagon and team, a flock of sheep, about fifty head, 
with some other stock, was his only estate. 

This was, with their good health. 

Their only happiness and wealth. 

In a wild, trackless country, all alone. 

Far from the old dearly loved home, 

From friends in a distant land to roam. 

With fearless hearts, among people unknown, 

They built their cabin, fenced their land 

With a willing and sturdy hand; 

They soon made them a quiet little home, 

Where love in all its purity and beauty shone. 

But like all other early settlers, they were not content to live 
long in one place, but always seeking new adventures in a new 
country. They sold their few possessions and moved into Fan- 
nin county, near Bonham, and opened up a nice little farm, 
where they lived until the year 1850, when my father was elected 
to the Sherifl''s office, when, for the convenience of his business, 
he moved to Bonham. In 1852 he was re-elected. At the expi- 
ration of the second term he became a candidate for Chief Jus- 
tice, and was elected by a large majority. My father being a 
self-made man, relied chiefly on his own integrity and honest 
(Convictions as to "vthat constituted a right or a moral obligation, 
and could never be swerved from the right sense of honor and 
justice to do a wrong to serve political party ends, or further 
some political scheme for the petty sum of money or popularity. 
The people soon found that he was a very conscientious man, 
that could neither be bought nor sold, but was faithful to the 



16 BIOGRAPHY. 

people's interest, who had given him their public trust. In the 
year 1861 he was elected Senator in the State legislature for the 
term of four years, but owing to the surrounding circumstances 
of his private family affairs, after two years' service he resigned 
his office and retired to private life. My father at that time had 
a large family, eleven children, six boys and five girls. I was 
the eldest girl, and had one brother older than myself. My 
three eldest brothers enlisted in the Confederate army in the year 
1863, consequently all the management of the family affairs were 
then thrown upon my father to attend, which was too great a 
task and perform the duties of his office. So he resigned after 
two years service. Since that time he was earnestly solicited 
to become a candidate by his many friends to fill several honor- 
able positions, but owing to his feeble health he did not feel like 
it would be doing justice to himself to enter again into campaign 
life after having served the public for twenty successive years. 

There was scarcely a man in Fannin, Lamar and Grayson 
counties at that time, but what was familiar with the name of 
Judge Crawford, therefore it would be useless for me to say any- 
thing more concerning his public life, as they perhaps are more 
familiar with his public work than myself. At that time my 
youthful days, like most other girls of my age, was spent in the 
small frivolities of life, and my mind wholly absorbed in the 
glow and glitter of youthful pastime and amusements, took very 
little notice of the more important duties of life and its surround- 
ings. My life then was Kke a happy dream that has vanished, 
that has forever passed into the shades of by-gone days, never to 
return. 

My father is still living, but in feeble health. His place of 
residence is near Palmer, Ellis county, Texas. He was seventy- 
five years of age on the twenty-fourth day of May, 1885. My 
mother is dead. She died in January, 1873, aged fifty-two years, 
after a year's protracted illness of paralysis. Previous to the 



BIOGEAPHY. 17 

beginning of this paralytic stroke, she had always been a very 
stout, healthy woman, of a very industrious and energetic dispo- 
sition, yet very mild and amiable with it. Both my father and 
mother have lived consistent Christian lives ever since I can 
remember. They were members of the Methodist Episcopal 
Church South. 

I can scarcely realize my feelings when I view their lives 
back as far as thirty-two years, which takes me back consider- 
ably into the years of childhood, when I was about eleven years 
old, when life's early morning was gently unfolding its beautiful 
and precious endearments, like the tender rose opening its fra- 
grant leaflets to the invigorating air and bright sunshine, and 
was not conscious of the many bleak wintry winds nor storm- 
beating rains that should so soon destroy its beauty and loveli- 
ness. Likewise in those beautiful y^ars of innocent childhood, 
when my childish thoughts and nightly dreams were one of 
golden sunshine and happiness. Little did I then realize my 
precious opportunities and their value to the coming years. 
But, alas! perhaps this is the sad experience of nearly every one, 
when they look back on life's landscape, and see in the beautiful 
picture of the past the many sweet-scented flowers, crystal 
streams, bright-plumed birds and loved playmates, catching the 
golden-winged butterfly in the happy glow of youth. Then we 
can somewhat realize how soon the dark angry clouds can 
obscure the bright canopies of heaven, and the cares and trials 
of life how rapidly they throw their gloomy shadows o'er our 
brightest pathway that leads us through the dismal forests of the 
future. But in the lapse of years, time has not ceased to mark 
its changes, as gently down the placid stream of life we are — 

Rapidly drifting on her silvery bosom bright. 
To the eternal shores of golden light. 
Disrobed of earthly sorrows and care. 



18 BIOGEAPHY. 

In a world more sweet, in a world more fair, 
To dwell in peace forever there. 
And though life's ills are hard to bear. 
Yet, when over the surging billows wild, 
"We are tempest-tossed, a wayward child, 
Methinks, he who rules all things well, 
Will then our sorrows soothe and our fears quell. 
As the beautiful days of childhood ripen into the years of 
maturity, time brings its many changes. Not unlike all other 
school-girls, I had my little troubles and trifles to contend with, 
such as staying in-doors and studying my lessons, and many 
other such trivial occurrences would very frequently happen. 
With the exception of these mole-hill difficulties, those were my 
happiest days, for then the world, with its false allurements and 
base deceptions, was a blank leaf in my Ufe's journal. The more 
knowledge I have of the world at large, the more I am disgusted 
Avith it, for where I find beautiful flowers now and then, scat- 
tered by the wayside, I find many more briers and brambles; 
and whilst mine eyes are ravished with their beauty, and my 
senses delighted with their sweet-scented odors, my fingers are 
pricked with the surrounding thistles, which forces me to the 
conclusion that roses have thorns, and all " our sweets have 
their bitters." So among our few good things of this transitory 
life, we have many bitter trials intermixed. 

Oh! why then so fondly cherish, 

Transient joys that so soon perish. 

Fleeting as the winds that pass o'er us, 

A glimmering beacon light before us. 

We vainly worship life's short-lived beauties 

Too much, and neglect its more needful duties. 

But he that doeth all things well, will always provide a way 
for us to travel life's rugged road, and if we desire to resist the 



BIOGKAPHY. 19 

great evils of life, make a way for our escape. I speak only for 
myself, as this has been my experience, and it is experience that 
teaches us the truest lessons of life. I presume that I have trav- 
eled the same road that a good many others have, and I am 
to-day not a lone wayfarer, but have a goodly number of com- 
panions journeying with me, — 

To the haven of rest, that peaceful shore, 

Where troubles and toils come no more; 

But sweet rest, where the lapse of years 

Brings no sorrow, sighs nor tears. 

Oh ! soon may time's barge calmly sail 

Over the river on a firm, steady gale; 

Safely bear us over on the further side, 

Where with those we love, we can in them confide. 

No hatred, umbrage, frowns nor jeers to meet. 

But tender, loving friends to kindly greet. 

Oh! let us make the very best of life. 

For herculean time will soon end the strife. 

Struggle on, has always been my motto, it can't last. 

For soon our trials are ushered into the past. 

And though change of scene oftentimes beget 

Sweet pleasures, perhaps vain regret. 

Yet it has a tendency to alleviate the sore distressed mindy 
and mitigate our sufierings to a certain extent, and may heal our 
wounds, but time nor changes cannot heal our scars. Probably, 
since I arrived at the age of nineteen years, I have encountered 
and persistently struggled through as many difficulties as most 
any person of my age and under similar circumstances, and have 
not yet ceased the raging warfare. I was kept in school almost 
constantly from the age of seven years until I was turned in my 
eighteenth year, when my happy schooldays were ended. 
Though not a graduate, I commenced teaching school out in the 



20 BIOGRAPHY. 

country. Those days were not in a fast age like the present, 
consequently I was no graduate, but only a good English 
scholar, for in that period of our educational history in Texas, 
people only had sense enough (they were such old fogies and 
mossbacks) as to really think that an education, like everything 
else, ought to be put up in a very substantial manner, built on 
a firm base that would be able to stand the weatherbeaten 
storms, and not wrecked by the bombastic prattle of bigoted 
fools, who are more witty than wise ; therefore our teachers 
demanded a more thorough scholarship of their students than at 
the present time, A student was then compelled to be perfect 
in each and every grade of study before they were allowed to 
enter into a higher course of instruction ; and, finally, had to be 
thorough in each and every branch alike, before they could be 
awarded a diploma. And when a young man or young lady 
received a prize medal in school, you may be sure they earned it. 
But now-a-days 'tis quite diiferent. If students can robe them- 
selves in a fine vesture, assume catch-penny airs, drive fast 
horses, with money to back them in their sports, it is no trouble 
to get a prize medal, whether they earn it or not, 'tis about the 
same as if they did, they get it. School teaching, like all other 
branches of business and industry, has undergone so many 
changes in modern improvements, that the easiest and quickest 
way of getting through, is said to be the best ; consequently a 
smattering knowledge of the higher branches, with a little 
music, and a great deal of gas, giggle and courtesy, clothed in a 
fine habiliment, constitutes a modern scholar ; no trouble to get 
his diploma and a newspaper pufi", if he has the money, for 
that is the magic key that opens every man's door, and the only 
key that can open most of people's hearts in this age. 

Oh ! what a tyrant king is money. For the love of money, 
what is it people will not do ? Oh ! my God, thou only dost 
know, as it surely is outside of man's feeble comprehension. It 



BIOGRAPHY. 21 

is, beyond a doubt, the giant king that now rules this sin-trod- 
den world. 

I can remember when our best school teachers had so many 
old fogy notions about them that they really thought the 
children could not learn to spell and read correctly, unless 
they used a standard speller and reader. They earnestly con- 
tended that the standard spellers and readers were compiled by 
some of the most skillful and competent scholars, for the use of 
primary schools, for the special purpose of learning boys and 
girls to spell and read correctly. But our modern teachers, 
with a few exceptions, have improved on old fogy teaching, and 
have found out a better way. They can now teach children how 
to spell and read in an arithmetic or geography ; no use for 
spellers and readers. 

This is a fast age, and fast people live in it. An age of pro- 
gression you may be sure. Boys are grown and think they 
know quite as much as their father. Just as soon as they can 
chew tobacco, smoke cigars, drink whisky, play a game of bil- 
liards, and oan read geography good, and understand mathe- 
matics sufficient to stand behind a counter, and measure off dry 
goods and weigh out groceries to customers, then they are grad- 
uates. This is the class of persons that twist their mouth all 
out of shape, and curl their lips with scorn, to call their fore- 
fathers old fogies and old mossbacks, who were born with more 
sense than these young croakers will ever die with. I say, God 
pity all such ; they grew in too rich soil, it spoiled them in rapid 
development, it dwarfed their brain. The bigoted know-alls, 
who know nothing, are to be pitied. 

I hope the reader will patiently bear with me in my oft 
digressions from my preceding subject, as it has always been my 
natural disposition to gather flowers by the wayside. I well 
remember when I was a school-girl attending school in the coun- 
try, my older brother and I had to walk about a mile and a half 



"22 BIOGEAPHY. 

a,cross an open and beautiful prairie, interspersed occasionally 
with those large thick-set clusters of wild roses and Texas pinks, 
a deep crimson flower, which grew very rank in rich soils, and 
hundreds of them in a very small space, which I thought looked 
simply beautiful ; therefore it was a sore temptation to pass 
them without stopping to cull a few, and, consequently, I would 
stop at nearly every place to gather roses and flowers by the 
wayside, and most forgot I was on the wsiy to school, when 
presently my brother, who by this time was far ahead, would 
call to me at the top of his voice to come on. At once I would 
realize my digression from the path of duty, and immediately 
sallied forth into the old beaten path which led me directly over 
the rising hill to the little school-house, with a firm resolution 
that as soon as this irksome task of always attending school was 
over, I would then gather flowers by the wayside to my heart's 
content, and enjoy life's gay pleasures, if there were any to be 
found, at all hazards. But, alas ! simple child, I was then in 
blissful ignorance, for those were my happiest days. 

But years have intervened since now and then. 
The children have grown into women and men. 
Our childish thoughts and wily ways 
Of infantile joys and happy days. 
Have ripened into life's mature years, 



My last and happy school-days were spent in the Bonham 
Female Institute, under the auspices of Prof. Solomon Sias, for- 
merly of New York, with his four assistant teachers, Mrs. Sias, 
Misses Clarke and Wilson, and Prof. Tryon, professor of math- 
ematics, all from New York State. They were very successful 
teachers, but unlike a great many teachers now-a-days. Instead 
of killing time and getting their money, they worked faithfully 
and earnestly for the benefit of their students, and were well 



BIOGRAPHY. 23 

repaid for their lal/or by the high appreciation of their patrons. 
I left the school in the year 1860, about the coming on of the 
civil war between the North and South, when the turbid feelings 
of excitement ran high, and politics was the favorite theme of 
the day, and all hearts beat anxiously to hear the coming news, 
as our country then was on the eve of warfare. I well remem- 
ber my feelings on hearing the first sound of the bugle notes and 
the beat of the drum, as our brave and gallant southern boys 
marched out to meet their own countrymen as their deadly foes. 
Yes, well do I remember those feelings ; but words can never 
express them. Doubtless there are but few persons but what 
have at times those feelings. A kind of a passing strangeness 
seems to come over us, and our very soul is enveloped in a feel- 
ing of grand sublimity and one of awe, but inexpressible. 
Words are inadequate to express what we feel or enjoy. Oh ! 
how sweet could we soar aloft on the pinions of imagination to 
the pinnacle of pleasure, where in the hight of bliss we might 
for a time forget our earthly sorrows. 

Soon after I quit school I commenced teaching. Then I 
began to realize somewhat of a teacher's life and expectations, 
which were at that time something new to me, for I had always 
thought it must be grand to have the obedience and control of 
other people. Little did I then know how to appreciate the 
patience or forbearance of my teachers in their school-room 
duties, but I soon learned, you may be sure, as I had my 
patience fully tested. I must confess, I had more forbearance 
than I had really credited myself with, and I have always found 
through life ample means to meet all reasonable demands. We 
can do a great many things, that we call or think they are most 
impossibilities, if we are put to the test. But we often say, we 
can't do such and such a thing, when it is only because we don't 
have it to do, are not compelled to do it. If we were, we would 
soon find a way to get through, for you know that ' ' necessity is 



24 BIOGEAPHY. 

the mother of invention. " I can speak from my own experience, 
for I have been almost compelled to do things, and undergo 
many hardships and trials since I have had family cares to con- 
tend with, that I verily thought, when I was a girl in my teens, 
I could not do under any circumstances. But time and place 
makes all the diiference in what we can or cannot do. 

I taught school nearly four years during the war. My time 
being mostly spent in the school-room, consequently I had but 
little time to gather up or make notes of the passing events of 
the war times. I only kept partially posted through the local 
papers that I happened to get now and then, from which I 
gleaned a few items. I was teaching out in the country where 
mail transportation was not so good as it might have been. 

I quit teaching school in the year 1865 to rest up a Kttle, and 
I enjoyed the vacation immensely. I went off on a visit to one 
of my aunts, and spent two or three months very pleasantly. 
I formed a goodly number of acquaintances during my stay there, 
and had a great deal of amusement and pleasant pastime, as the 
city was noted for its good morals and love of literature, and, as 
a natural consequence, we could enjoy ourselves with more free- 
dom than we can at the present day in most of our large cities. 
In our social gatherings, or even at public places of amusement, 
we were not compelled then with an eye of suspicion to shun the 
society of any one, but could have a rich repast in the way of 
social and intellectual companionship with any and all persons in 
attendance. 

It was somewhere near the holidays when I returned home 
from my aunt's. Found all of my friends anxious for my 
arrival, as most of them were preparing holiday suppers and 
socials, for the benefit and entertainment of their loved ones, 
who had been absent so long in the army. After four long 
years of weary watching and fighting they had now sheathed 
their swords in peace, and buried the hatchet of war and blood- 



BIOGEAPHY, 25 

shed, not as a whipped and vanquished foe, but as an over-pow- 
ered and down-trodden people, whose sanguine hopes perished in 
the lost cause, for the protection of their rights as free American 
citizens, born underneath the downy pinions of the American 
eagle, for they verily thought they were only trying to sustain 
their dearly prized and bought liberties, purchased by their fore- 
fathers at the point of the glittering bayonet, the right to pro- 
tect home and property. This they deemed right and proper, to 
guard and protect their property, as they had paid their money 
for it. They could see no justice in the people of the North rob- 
bing the South of her slaves, as they had been sold to her just 
the same as any other merchandise, by men of the New England 
States, who went to Africa with a little money and dry goods, 
and took the advantage of the poor African mother's ignorance, 
and purchased her children with a few laces, ribbons and other 
goods, brought them to America, sold them into bondage, and 
pocketed the money,' of course. And when they saw the South 
could utilize their labor to her great advantage and prosperity, 
they then began to agitate a feeling among their northern breth- 
ren that it was a sin to keep the poor colored man in bondage, 
therefore he must have his freedom. They did not realize there 
was any sin in slavery when the money was flowing into their 
own pockets, through that source ; it was all right then. If they 
had realized, after so long a time, that it was a sin to have 
people in bondage, and after having the use of the money they 
received for the introduction and sales of them, when they sold 
them into bondage to the South, why did they not pay us some- 
thing for them. It would have reflected more honor, on their 
part, to them. As it is, I see no honor nor glory in it, and it 
would have cost less than the war. 

But the war is over, and we will bury its contentions and old 
grudges underneath the pillow of charity, and with the mind of 
sweet forgetfulness try to remember no more past grievances, as 



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the majority of northern men were honest in their convictions of 
right. They claimed they were fighting to restore peace and 
harmony, and the union of the States, when in fact they were 
only riding a hobby-horse, put in by a few of the leading fanatics 
of the North to have men to fight to free the slaves. 
But the war now I hope is ended, 
With peace and harmony blended. 
Let us join 'round the festal board, 
With the friends that are to us restored, 
To their dear ones and loved homes, 
Where in contentment around it they roam. 
But oh ! see you those vacant seats. 
As each one looks 'round and speaks 
In loving tones, sad, soft and low ? 
Oh ! how changed ; 'tis scarce a year ago 
Since those places were all, all filled. 
But now they sleep, they were killed. 
No more will their kind words greet us, 
No more their pleasant faces meet us. 
But from sorrow they have winged their flight. 
Unburdened with care in robes of light. 
They soar aloft in fairer worlds above, 
To dwell in peace, in a land of love. 
Then let us while in memory we cherish 
Their last kind tokens, that can never perish, 
Appreciate the dear ones more that are with us now, 
For when they too have crossed the river, I trow. 
We will then miss as much their loving smile. 
And their kind words that cheer us all the while. 
Wait not till a flower is faded and gone. 
To cherish its beauty and fragrance alone ; 
But life's blessings now learn to enjoy. 
For its present duties demand your employ. 



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Holidays being over, a lively reconstruction of business soon 
followed. Both boys and girls went to work earnestly, to con- 
tend with life's battles in the best way possible, and with brave 
hearts and willing hands have overcome many difficulties that 
seemed to obstruct their way to success. They are now enjoy- 
ing the happy rewards of industry and economy in their peace- 
ful homes. 

Nuptial feasts, in those days, were no rare occasion. As a 
natural consequence, they were very common for several years 
after the war. I was married soon after this. 

On the seventh of March, eighteen and sixty-seven, 
My age was then thirteen and eleven. 

Since that time my life, like a meandering stream in its wind- 
ings finds its way through the cragged steeps, through brambles, 
briars and thistles, and flows gently through the flowery vale on 
its way to the grand old ocean, so my life has been like the wind- 
ing stream, coursing its way through varied scenes, through bar- 
ren deserts of hardships and disappointments, and occasionally 
through an oasis of pleasure, clothed in the most beautiful forms 
and flowers, that filled the atmosphere with their sweet aroma, 
which delighted my senses and thrilled my soul with the belief 
of a beautiful somewhere in the near future, where we can, in a 
sweet repose of forgetfulncss, dream awa}^ our past cares. 

MRS. E. F. PERKINS. 



POEMS* AND* PROSE, 



CHILD^S DEPARTMENT. 



STEPHENSVILLE. 



It was on a bright Spring's morning, 

When bright Aurora was gently warming 

The cool and fresh morning breeze, 

Drying off the dew from the green-leaved trees, 

That I my first visit paid 

To Stephensville newly made. 

By Stephens and his loved kin, 

The whole family linked in, 

To build a town of their own. 
Where they could live and board at home, 
Without getting far from uncle and aunt. 
For any one else to visit, 'tis, " Oh ! I can't." 
It was only last Sunday Uncle Hugh 
Said with a smile, " Come over, oh ! do. 
And see my new goods so nice. 
For them I wiU sell at a low price. 



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"I have plenty of nice printed calicoes, 
Ribbons, laces and fine hose ; 
To please the ladies is my aim. 
And benefit my own individual gain, 
For you must help to build our town. 
If you do nothing but settle around, 
Then you'll buy my land, and in my store. 
If you wish, you can trade a score. 

"Then, you know, it will be so pleasant. 
To have our kinsfolk all present 
At our little meetings in town. 
And abroad, oh ! how big our name will sound. 
'Twill soon be, ' Where are you going ? 
To Stephensville town overflowing. 
With pretty girls and new goods. 
Wearing pretty dresses and new hoods. ' 

"Now won't that be nice and pleasant to hear, 
It vdll make me outgrow my boots, I fear. 
For you know that I am a little man. 
With a big capital on a small plan. 
And our town will be ahead of Bonham far. 
Yes, it will be a long ways the brightest star. 
For we are on this side of Bois 'd 'arc stream. 
Closer to Jefierson for our team. 

" My kinsfolk will do my hauling. 
My hirelings can do my hard mauling ; 
Occasionally I will sell them a hat or shirt. 
Or some calico, so their gals can flirt. 
So now you can plainly see, 
That I am certainly destined to be. 
Among kinsfolk, a great man. 
With a big store on a capital plan." 



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KAPID RIVER. 



Flow on, thou rapid river, 

For on thy bright bosom 
The silvery waters doth quiver 

As they silently glide on. 

In thy bright reflected waves 
Heaves no anguish nor sorrow, 

But in thy mild bosom laves 
Bright gems for the morrow. 

O, that life would as smoothly glide 
O'er the tempestuous sea of ages, 

As the gentle and heaving tide 
O'er the stormy sea that rages. 

Roll on, gently in thy course rapid river, 
For on thy swelling bosom bright, 

Gleams many a spray of shining silver, 
The twinkling gems of light. 



NATURE. 



The beauties of nature are seen. 
In a little rippling stream, 
As its glassy waters glide, 
O'er little pebbles far and wide. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 

It is seen in a little flower, 
When 'tis awakened by a shower, 
Which revives its beauty again, 
Till by some rude blast 'tis slain. 

The beauties of nature are displayed, 
By the orb of day in splendor arrayed, 
As it throws its rays o'er the grass 
Which absorbs the morning dew as we pass. 

The beauties of nature are manifested 
In the rain, as it forms its little waves crested. 
O'er the little pebbles in the rivulets flow. 
Onward bound a light doth brightly glow. 

The beauties of. nature are revealed 
In the rumbling thunder and lightning's peal, 
To arouse the stupid dupe, its mystery unravels, 
As in the distant vale it travels. 



SCHOOL DAYS. 



Our school days are the happiest in life, 
Free from care and strife, 
Nothing to confuse the child-like mind, 
Nor the thoughts confine. 

But free and unbound we join in play 
All so merry and gay. 
Nor ever dreaming of life's sorrow, 
But thinking of to-morrow, 



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And the many gay pleasures 
And beautiful treasures, 
That are stored in perennial bowers, 
Counting them ours. 

But those happy childhood days 
Are flitting by like the rays 
Of the bright efiulgent sun, 
To never return. 

But whilst life's pathway we tread, 
And childhood's joys are dead. 
We will ever their sweet memories cherish. 
Only with death will they perish. 



SPRING. 



Spring is coming with her buds and flowers, 
And soon, with her sweet incentive powers 
Will enliven aU nature, her duties to perform, 
And cheer the spirits of the weary and forlorn- 
Hail, all hail, thou beauteous queen. 
For over the coming year thou reigneth supreme,; 
To gladden old Earth, thou dost seem, 
With thy gorgeous gems, the most priceless theme. 

In both hut and mansion thy welcome is heard, 
And in the forest, is proclaimed by the mocking bird, 
Whilst from limb to limb, in joyous note. 
He unplumes his wing, he dresses his coat. 

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34 POEMS AND PROSE. 

And away he soars, his loved mate to find, 
Who is ever the same, faithful and kind. 
With joy we greet the merry, merry spring, 
And with laughter make the forests ring. 

Hail, all hail, the beautiful spring, 

With gratitude in our hearts let us sing 

The merry songs of love divine, 

Whilst all nature in her beauties doth shine. 



WHISPERINGS. 



The low whispering winds are sighing 
A soft plaintive sound, 
Some mournful story have found, 

To breathe on every gentle gale flying. 

The green leafy trees their boughs are waving, 

With a solemn sound. 

Twirling so swiftly around. 
You'd think them enchanted or raving. 

The sweet-scented flower lifts its head 
To the gentle breeze's magic power. 
Then quietly in its rural bower. 

Seeks repose on its lost companion's bed. 

The merry songster warbles forth his song 
In sweet melodies on every gale. 
Telling his mate some love tale. 

Which on the balmy breeze floats along. 



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The clear purling streamlets are flov'^ing, 

Winding their way through shady groves, 
Unconscious of the rambler that roves 

By its side, or the muttering wind above blowing. 



THE PAST. 



The past in bright visions ever lie before us. 
Filling our hearts with sunshine, 
And with all our jo)'s entwine 

Its beautiful garland of flowers o'er us. 

Ah ! the beautiful scenes of the past 

We can never recall. 

When sad disasters befall 
Our journey, and o'er us its shadows cast. 

Yea, the past is ever recalling by-gone days 

To our wearied minds ; 

Whilst to our hearts they l)ind 
Joys, w^hich through life are ever casting her rays. 

How oft doth the transient joys of the past, 
Rise in multitudinous clouds, 
And in delightful rapture enshrouds. 

The illuminated soul in a joyous repast. 

Oh ! the many sweet remembrances of the past 

Are engraven on our hearts. 

Till soul and body parts. 
Then in heaven's bright clime they'll meet at last. 



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Ah ! the beautiful scenes of the past are ever rising, 
And fast fading out of sight, 
Wrapped in the shades of night, 

Will lie unobserved from the world's surmising. 



OUR SAILS ARE HOISTED. 



See, see, our sails are hoisted and %ing, 
And to the soft, gentle breezes are def3dng. 
Soon, soon, this frail bark will waft us o'er life's sea, 
Where cares and sorrows cease to be. 
And though in different boats we embark, 
Yet methinks I can see thee as a meteor spark, 
Gently gliding on the mirrored waves of life's ocean, 
To the sweet haven of peaceful emotion. 



THE EMPIRE. 



Our glorious empire has fallen. 
Fallen from her high estate. 
To share her untimely fate. 

As did the late vanquished warriors. 

Yes, the once great, glorious empire. 
That could boast of her power, 
And that she was the flower 

Of the united world, has fallen. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 37 

Fallen from her high imperial throne, 

To one of ignoble birth, 

Which can never boast of worth, 
To her sister nations from zone to zone. 

But in shame bow her head to the dust, 

For in her raving madness, 

Hath clothed her land in sadness. 
And with orphan's and widow's tears drenched her lust. 



AN APPROACHING STORM. 



The clouds are gathering thick and fast, 

The vivid lightnings gleam, 
Whilst the sweeping blast 

Hurries everything into its stream. 

Hark ! hear her distant thunders roll, 
Reverberating through hill and dale, 

Her dark and angry scroll, 

Shrieking aloud her furious wail. 

The buzzards high in the air are flying. 

They sail 'round and 'round, 
The storm's rage are closely eyeing, 

For they hear itg tumultuous sound. 

The storm has come with a leap and l)ound, 
Whilst its rain and hail hard is falling. 

And the thunder, with her monotone sound, 
Drives away thoughts so fearful and appalling. 



38 POEMS AND PROSE. 

To-night, perhaps, some poor stranger 
Wanders far away from home 

'Mid darkness, toils and danger 
To seek gay pleasm-e's happy zone. 



WANDERINGS. 



I have often wandered beside a little brook, 
Whose silvery waters glide 
In limpid streams far and wide, 

Turning its way into every little nook. 

And have often watched the golden morn. 
Bathed in streams of living fire, 
Brighten into mid-day, then retire 

To gloomy eve and the shades of night forlorn. 

And have often watched the last red ra^' 

Of the golden sun fade. 

And the silvery moon wade 
The myriads of stars that compassed her way. 

And have often watched the budding flower 
Blooming into life and beauty. 
And thought of our imperative duty 

We owe to the great Giver of mercy and power. 

And have often seen the little chirping bird 
Whilst building her tiny nest, 
Hopping and skipping, then to rest — 

A mournful soner from her is heard. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 39 

And have often seen the beautiful rainbow 
When, in all its glorious display, 
Disappears, and to misty realms fade away, 

Which proves to us life is but an ephemeral show. 



CHILD^S LETTER TO A FRIEND. 



Dear friend, I write you a letter 

To tell you that I am better 

Since my pleasant dreams last night, 

For, in my fairy, dream-Kke flight 

I saw friends whom my heart holds most dear, 

Their sweet smiles filled my soul with kindly cheer, 

If we can not in the day oft have the pleasure 
Of meeting, oh ! what a momentary treasure, 
To visit loved ones in the fairy dreamland. 
And there in a sweet convivial band, 
Join our harmonious voices as we are wont to do, 
With the dear ones tried and true. 

Forgive me, be patient and ever ready, 

A friend's infirmities to bear. 
And in duty's barge ever be steady. 

Through life's rugged waves it will wear. 

Though stormy cares around us gather, 
And sorrow's dark clouds lower, • 

Let us in hope look for fairer weather. 
As our span of life will soon be o'er. 



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POEMS AND PROSE. 



Good-by, loved one, remember me, 
Excuse my taxing your patience so long ; 

May pleasant dreams attend thee, 
May you think I've done no wrong. 



LOVE 



Who has found this precious gem sublime. 
That lives in harmony and hope of heaven ; 

In his bosom a word of love doth shine, 
To him true happiness God hath given. 




YOUTH'S DEPARTMENT. 



SCATTERED THOUGHTS. 



Scattered thoughts profusely lie 
On memory's page 'till some passer-by, 
Awakens them out of their sweet sleep, 
And bids them their vigils keep, 
'Till fond memory calls them back 
To view life's bewildering track. 

Scattered thoughts in fond memory fair, 
How sweetly we treasure them there, 
Like dear friends 'round our hearts entwine. 
The living tendrils of aftections caressing vine, 
And oh! when life's shadows around us fall, 
How sweet those beautiful thoughts to recall. 

Scattered thoughts in fond memory dwell, 
Of visions fair they oft doth tell, 
When the sunshine of life's merry morn 
Were clothed in their most beautiful form, 
And though days, months, and years have fled, 
Will be cherished whilst life's pathway we tread. 



42 POEMS AND PROSE. 

Scattered thoughts in fairy forms doth rise, 
And bid us look beyond the eternal skies, 
Where our dear loved ones are gone before, 
Waiting for us on the ever-green shore, 
Veiled in beautiful robes of white, 
Basking in the glories of eternal light. 

Scattered thoughts of the almost forgotten past, 
<]omes in surging billows thick and fast, 
When around us the dark clouds lower. 
And life's pleasures seems o'er. 
Dispelling our shadowy forebodings, 
And crowning us with joyful o'erloadings. 



LINES TO A FEIEND. 



Dear friend, when these lines you see^ 

In fond remembrance think of me. 

Doubt not that absence can ever, 

Though long it may be, our friendship sever. 

And as you journey the weary way of life, 
Though sorrows dark, and dangers rife, 
Should in thy pathway profoundly lie. 
Ne'er despair, but trust your God, he is nigh. 

O come, cheer up, drive sad feelings away, 
Let us look for a happier, a brighter day ; 
When we can our dear ones meet. 
In a world more fair, a clime more sweet. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 43 

And where troubles ne'er come nor clouds lower, 
But the hard trials of life will be o'er ; 
For the span of life seems scarce begun, 
When lo ! we see its setting sun. 



THE WORKS OF NATURE. 

The works of nature with awe our thoughts command. 

When we behold in them our Almighty Father's hand ; 

For in profound wisdom were all things made, 

The burning heat and the cooling shade. 

The works of nature, how beautiful in them we behold. 

Our Father's mercies for us wonderfully told. 

The works of nature how infinitely divine. 

All the beauties of our Father's work combine ; 

From the old ocean's surf -beaten strand. 

To the fairest flower of our sunny land. 

The radiant stars in cloudless heavens bright, 

Beams softly and sweetly through the shades of night. 

And yet, amid all the beauties of nature's works, 
The grim monster of Death in them secretly lurks. 
Destroying each with his untimely sword, 
And with the fingers of time is printed on life's Ijoard. 
Roaming around he spies every tree and flower. 
And snatches them away in one short hour. 

The works of nature, from them a lesson we learn, 
That in the current tide of life the heart still yearn 
For sweeter joys, more substantial and true ; 
But like all nature, refreshed by the heaven's dew, 
In the future hope ever blooms and fades, 
Days of light and nights of shade. 



44 POEMS AND PROSE. 

Gentle breezes ever whisper the sounds of woe, 
That seem to say you must soon yield to the foe ; 
Soon Time will disrobe you of your beauteous bloom, 
And lay you quietly in the cold tomb, 
To sleep the silent slumber that never wakes, 
Until the final judgment morn breaks. 



GLORIES OF SUNSET. 

O, beautiful is the golden sunset. 
Sinking to rest after a day's strife 
So emblematical of human life. 

Likewise, man after all, pays nature's debt. 

"O, beautiful is the golden sunset, 
When all nature is calmly reposing 
And her beauties fast enclosing 

Themselves in dusky twilight's net. 

O, beautiful is the golden sunset, 

As his last red ray 

Fades from earth away, 
Gilding the murky clouds ere they met. 

O, the beautiful sunset with tints of gold 
Glimmering on every lofty height. 
With thy beautiful golden light. 

Art more admired than precious rubies of old. 

O, beautiful is the golden sunset to me 
As I wander at eve alone 
Here around my beautiful home, 

A dmiring every spire of grass and leafy tree. 



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O, beautiful sunset so glorious and bright, 

After dark dreary days disappear, 

Like a sweet smile dispelling a tear, 
Banishing sorrow in the shades of night. 

O, beautiful golden sunset 

From our view art passing away 

Thus the closing of another day, 
And soon life's sun like thee must set. 

O, beautiful sunset so bright, 

How impressive are thy last lingering .lays. 

Of life's own fast declining days. 
That soon will pass out of sight. 

O, beautiful sunset with silvery rays. 

Glistening on the mountain's snowy crest, 
Art softly and quietly sinking in the west. 

O, thus may we end our halcyon days. 

O, beautiful golden sunset, 

The radiant star of eve's decline, 

In splendor of a thousand hues shine. 
Whilst thy brilliant rays are lingering yet. 

O, the beautiful sunset's radiant glories. 

Reminds us of the golden shore. 

Where sin and sorrow come no more. 
And heaven reveals all her bright glories. 



HOPE. 



In hope we rise. 

Far above the mountain's top, 
And with tear-stained eyes. 

Our multitude of sins we drop. 



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SOLILOQUY. 



I am now sitting here alone, 

In my room by the warm fireside, 
Whilst my mind far away doth roam, 

To loved ones in whom I most confide. 
Alas ! on life's rugged billow, 

They are tossed to and fro. 
Perchance some lie 'neath the willow. 

Whose lives no merit can bestow. 

But on eternity's golden pages, 

Will be inscribed on its fold. 
Many a bright sample of sages 

And ancient rhymes extolled. 
The soft winds are sighing, 

But oh ! my soul, how sad art thou. 
As autumn leaves in sadness are lying. 

To know life is fading like the green bough. 



SILVERY TONES. 



Hark ! hear ye those soft silver tones,.. 
Ringing loud and clear. 
Which to our hearts are so dear, 

When in dreary solitude we are alone. 

Yes, sweet are those sonorous sounds. 
As they echo through hill and dale, 
Flying on every gentle gale. 

Wafting their sweet melodies all around. 



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O, breathe ye something to our hearts, 
That will soothe and drive away care, 
And make our skies once again fair, 

O, breathe ye something that a bahii imparts. 

But, listen ! hear ye those loud shrill notes. 

Chiming through the air. 

Perhaps tidings they bear. 
Swiftly as the whispering wing that floats. 

Hark ! 'tis the knell of departing day, 

That steals along. 

Amid the crowded throng. 
And soon, very soon to inanity will fade away. 



THE FARMER. 



Of all men, the farmer lives the happiest life. 
With his kind loving wife 
To cook his meals and milk the cow, 
Whilst he steadily drives the plow. 

He learns his boys to use the hoe, 
To rake, to reap, and to mow. 
To harness, whip, and to drive. 
For without labor they cannot survive. 

He teaches them trees they must fall. 

To cut, split, and to maul. 

To build, rake, and to scrape. 

If they a good living would make. 



48 POEMS AND PROSE. 

He teaches them out of the farm 

They must pack, stack, and fill the barn ; 

To pull, bind, and to tie 

Koughness for their stock, else they will die. 

He teaches them all the rules of farming, 

Its hardships, treasures, and pleasures so charming ; 

Its name, worth, and priceless fame. 

Which leads them to honor and not to shame. 

He teaches them with their hands employed 
They'll never and forever be annoyed 
With vice, folly, and wicked sin. 
But enjoy life without and within. 

He teaches them useful knowledge to gain. 
By sowing, reaping and storing grain ; 
Thus slaving, saving, and making. 
Will procure a fortune worth staking. 

And with a little surplus money procured. 

By locking, saving, and secured 

From making, and taking the proceeds of the farm, 

He sends his boys to school to " larn." 

With cheerful and pleasant looks. 

Their pencil, slate, and books. 

Their pen, paper, and ink. 

They are off to school before you can think. 

And with a merry laugh they'll say. 
We'll learn, jump, and play, 
Reading, writing, and our fun 
We will have, for our work is done. 



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SWEET MEMORIES. 

Sweet memories are ever gliding, 

In visions bright ; 
Bringing the glad tidings, 

Of joys filled with delight. 

Ah ! sweetly doth memories of the past. 

Come flitting by ; 
And swiftly like a sweeping blast, 

Past us doth fly. 

Yea, sweet memories like the golden sun, 

Her beautiful rays. 
Around our benighted paths run, 

Thus illumining our dark days. 

And hke the soft summer breeze. 

We welcome thy stay ; 
Yet thou wilt our warmest hopes freeze. 

And fill our hearts with dismay. 



THE PORTER. 

When the porter let his orders fly, 
There was a maiden with brillliant eye ; 
You know your State's namesake. 
This broad hint you can but take. 

Whose palpitating heart was floating high, 
On sweet love's lofty wave ; 
Trying to ensnare with a heaving sigh, 
The son of an honored brave. 



do POEMS AND PKOSE. 

But woe to the fair deceiving maiden, 
For in her own deception she was caught ; 
Deceiving one on whom was devotedly laden, 
Her heart's love in beautiful words vainly wrought. 

Take it to your heart, pine and repine, . 
The loss is yours, the gain is mine ; 
The mountain which between us stands, 
Was built by your actions, not with your hands. 

Which can never be removed by a simper. 
For this you know is not my temper ; 
But of all things I love best, 
I love you among the rest. 

Of these, dried beef, a mackerel fish, 
I choose none, for neither I wish. 
Come now, collect all your wits. 
Try the stocking, and see who it fits. 



I THINK OF THEE. 

I think of thee. 
When the golden morn sheds her light, 
O'er earth in lambent flames so bright. 
Dispelling the gloomy mists around. 
Which seems all o'er our land are bound. 
Erasing the footprints of care, when 

I think of thee. 

I think of thee. 
When the livid streams of bright mid-day. 
Burst forth in all her brilliant array. 
Lulling all nature into a calm, sweet repose, 



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Bids defiance to friends and foes, 
And finds me ever the same, 
Thinking of thee. 

I think of thee. 
When the sombre shades of twilight fall, 
And in silence listen to hear thy call, 
" Or catch one faint glimpse of thy gliding form, 
As through the halls you silently pass on," 
And fain would hear from thy lips, 
I think of thee. 

I think of thee, 
When the low voice of the gentle breezes around. 
Softly are stealing with a solemn sound, 
That seems to awaken the tender chords of my soul, 
And fills my heart with rapture which consoles 
My belief that you will ever through life 

Think of me. 



YOUTH. 

Youth, like the flowers of the field, 

Is swiftly passing away 
To the realms of eternity, and there sealed 

Till the judgment day 
Awakens them out of their sweet slumber. 

To arise in forms more bright 
Than the glorious sun, and without number. 

To illuminate immortality as the stars illume the night. 

Youth, thou art but a fleeting breath, 
Breathed, and quickly on the winds 



52 POEMS AND PROSE. 

Art borne to old age, nipped by rude death, 

And forever lost to earthly friends. 
But in heaven's bright clime can meet, 

Where death reigns no more. 
But in sweet accord join 'round the heavenly seat, 

Where sorrows ne'er come, nor clouds ne'er lower. 

Youth, so beautifully bright and endearing. 

Is but a transient flower. 
When in its radiant bloom so cheering. 

Fades, alas ! in one short hour. 
And wings its flight to joys more true. 

To a world where youth ever blooms bright, 
Dressed in robes of a brighter hue, 

Ever to live in God's eternal li^ht. 



THE POET LONE STAR. 



Who is the poet Lone Star ? 

This is now the question in mind. 
Who dare to excel so far. 

The common race of mankind. 

Ah, I know his person, both his verse, 

He is a bright star shooting up, 
Who is rich in mind, poor in purse. 

Looking forward to the golden cup. 

He is bold and independent of scofiers. 

Scrutinizes every event which passes 
In the vicinage of the diligent and loafers. 

He peeps into every corner, those reflecting glasses. 



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Calm and unassuming he reigns, 

You would scarcely know it was he, 
Who gives touching hints so plain. 

With willing mind and heart so free. 

To him human nature 's a familiar page, 

He reads on the sky the coming years. 
And on the brow of the silly and the sages. 

Their incessant hopes and fears. 

He walks in dreams of happiness and delight, 

Where all is calm and serene ; 
When the starry curtains are drawn around us by night, 

Then Lone Star with an ang-el might be seen. 



His heart beats happily, his thoughts far away. 
And for his lovely one his heart overflows. 

With joyous hopes while waiting the coming day. 



THE FLOWER. 

A little flower in its blushing bloom. 
Seems to say with words of silvery tone, 

Yet we live, we must sink into our wintery tomb, 
To rise again when the spring trumpet is blown. 

It is now the loveliest of all flowers. 

Brilliant, fascinating and charming to the eye ; 

But as evening comes it breathes its last hour. 

In soft whispering prayer, and folds its leaves to die. 

It was a pretty flower, though its life was short. 
Which only makes our attachment stronger, 



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For 'tis natural to cherish the meekest sort, 

Ere they die, for then they are with us no longer. 

This flower bloomed in morn's delight. 
And withered in eve's frowning face, 

When naught flourished hope began to blight, 
It blasted, and in mother earth found a burial place. 

We are as the tenderest flower that blooms. 
And yet heed not at the warnings of nature ; 

But in sin many of us meet our tombs. 
Wretched, despairing, sinful creatures. 

Oh ! why not seek that precious gem sublime. 
Which lives in harmony and hope of heaven ; 

And in our bosoms a word of love doth shine. 
To us true happiness Grod has given. 



ANGELS OF THE EAETH. 

The angels of this earth, 

Oh ! where are they now ? 
They are in the halls of mirth. 

With love painted on the brow. 

Oh ! what is pleasure without 

The fair sex to adorn ; 
This sad world within and without 

To cheer the sedate and forlorn. 

The angels of which I speak. 
Is the fair, the lovely damsel. 

Like one from heaven she doth speak. 
To him who doth ramble. 



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It is loveliness which God 

Hath given to woman, 
To cause man's foot ne'er to trod 

To nothingness and ruin. 



THE WISH. 



And be like the little flower, 

That has all its sweet fragrance alone. 

Having nothing to cause grief or moan 

But like the innocent dove. 

And the guiding star of love. 

Ever be the idle pet of joyous youth, 

Which is ever sacred in truth. 



THE SETTING SUN. 



In the far west the sun is setting, 

'Neath the golden robes of clouds shining ; 

And whilst all earth is now fast jetting. 

The love of God around our hearts are twdning. 

How lovely all nature seems to be. 

When smiling eve doth come ; 
When earth's rarest beauties we see. 

Tinged by the setting sun. 

The birds gather and sing their songs so free. 
To the God who made the golden sun ; 

And fly to the tops of the highest tree. 
To watch the setting sun. 



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All nature doth seem to adore and love, 

Kendering grateful thanks to God in one voice, 

For that glorious privilege he doth us allow. 
In his light to live, in his love rejoice. 

When the blushing sun is setting. 
When tiny stars appear in the sky ; 

Then we are merry, our cares forgetting, 
Happily our time is flitting by. 

Our cares the setting sun doth banish away. 
It gives pleasant thoughts and happy hearts ; 

Whilst with us it makes its short stay. 
And for other realms soon departs. 



GOD A LOVER OF BEAUTY. 

When we view the works of the All-wise being. 
And see how beautifully they are formed. 
We can with admiration exclaim, 

Oh ! what a lover of grandeur and beauty. 

And what reverent soul whilst seeing 

All nature in her beautiful forms adorned. 
Can with irreverence its author profane. 
Who has so kindly clothed our homes in beauty. 

The wild old forest in forms of beauty he carved. 

Whilst there was no eye to behold 

The works so beautifully made. 
Yet he formed them in graiid sublimity, 
For our soul's great delight, and starved 
The tempter out of designs so bold. 

Who were about to invade 

This beautiful land of divinity. 



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Yes, God has made everything in its time beautiful. 

Every vine, flower, leaf and stem. 

Is a form of beauty, lovely and divine. 
Yes, every landscape, hill and dale is beautiful. 
And nature in so clothing mountains and glens, 
Inspires within the minds of the dutiful. 

The graces of piety and love, 

"Whilst beholding earth's duties sublime. 

Yes, God has made everything in its time, 

Beautiful and lovely in form. 

Every diamond, rock, and pebbly beach. 
Is a quarry of beauty bounteously laid. 
Along the isles of earth, in rich mines. 
Where many a pedestrian weary and forlorn. 

Strives their glittering diamonds to reach. 

And with life's hard struggles is poorly repaid. 



LINES TO MATTIE— TRUST. 

In my dreams thy voice is sweet to hear, 

Like the notes of a bright silver bell, 
On the wings of imagination borne to my ear. 

Brings sweeter joys to my heart than words can tell. 

Everywhere the same sweet voice I hear. 

The gentle breeze bears it along ; 
The sparkling dewdrops glisten with a tear. 

When thy low voice awakens in song. 

Oh ! ye that wander in love's charms. 
Come hither and rest in my arms ; 
And you may be content and sure. 
That in my love you will be secure. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 



My dear, you and I must part, 
In love I yield my heart. 
To one whose bosom is like snow. 
Pure, unstained from grief or woe. 



PEAISE GOD. 

Come, all that know the Lord. 

Link your hearts with sweet accord. 

And praise your Father, the God on high. 

He will heal your sorrows and relieve your sigh. 

Kind blessings on you he will bestow. 
Which temptation can never overthrow ; 
Then let us serve our God as duty caUs, 
And rejoice in the blessings that around us faU. 



A FOND FAEEWELL. 

My friend, ere I bid thee farewell, 
'Twould be vain for me to tell, 
The depth of those sweet, sacred ties. 
That so near my heart lies. 

For thy graces, like some fragrant flower. 
Hath charmed me into love's sweet bower ; 
And in her cool and soft retreat. 
Will ever be a place sacred and sweet. 

When around me fall sorrow's dark shades, 

And the bright star of hope fades, 

There will I linger and think of thee, 

And the many pleasant hours you spent with me. 



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And though from thee I am far, far away, 
Yet thou wilt be in fond memory a brighter ray, 
A vivid star on life's horizon which will ne'er set. 
But will remain unsullied from vain regret. 

And whilst here we wander in paths unknown. 
We think of the happy hours that have flown. 
And have forever passed from us away, 
When life's pleasures were so bright and gay. 

And though the dark clouds gather o'er us, 
Yet methinks there's a brighter life before us, 
A celestial world, filled with glory and sunshine. 
Where the soul knows no sorrow nor days decline. 



PASS THE TICKETS. 

Pass the tickets around the room. 
We'll have a smack, and jump the broom ; 
Pass the tickets 'round by and by. 
If you pass us we will ne'er sigh. 

Come, open that selfish heart. 
And with a free will let us share a part ; 
Or close your scanty soul within, 
And bury your love beneath your chin. 

Beware of false pretensions, maid. 

And of those whom you upbraid. 

Thou art a criminal and his penalties shall bear, 

Be on thy guard lest you a portion may share. 

It is not in anger when we thus tatter. 
But sad mistaken love is the matter. 



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We are often at outs, then together, 
Now at outs, thank anger forever. 

Come, thmk whilst reading this, 'tis you 
Whom I address in lines so few ; 
Think, you fungus-headed mink, 
You know not what is penned in ink. 

But you must not sink in despair, 
For like other creatures, mortal we are ; 
And our vows should not be broken, 
Yet 'tis true, mortals are oft heart-broken. 



THE FAREWELL. 

Oh ! the dear impassionate sigh. 
When a fond farewell is nigh ; 
Breathes forth a volume from the heart, 
To the dear one that is about to depart. 

Farewell, may kind heaven ever bless thee, 
And sweet joys ever caress thee ; 
" May true friendship around you entwine. 
Gems and joys of heaven's mine." 

Farewell, may you never sorrow's pathway tread. 
But in the enchanting arms of bliss be wed ; 
May love weave its garland of flowers o'er thee, 
And its sweet smiles ever lie before thee. 

Farewell, my best wishes and prayers shall be 
Breathed on every sighing breeze for thee ; 
And when the golden sun of life is set. 
Until then, only then, can I thee forget. 



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Farewell, may you ever through life remember, 
The friend who now these lines doth tender ; 
To know they hold a place in thy aifection. 
Would be joy beyond all serious reflection. 

Ah ! 'tis hard to bid thee farewell, 
Nevertheless fate decrees this sad spell ; 
And to her dominions we will have to yield 
The wide domains of life's field. . 



MY LOVE. 

Oh! my love 'tis killing me. 

My tongue wont speak, my eyes wont see, 

For my loved one is sweetly smiling. 

Whilst loved thoughts in my heart are spoiling. 

And I never could see for my life 

Why the boys all don't get a wife, 

For there's plenty of girls 

With beautiful, golden curls. 

To marry, would give worlds. 



THIS WOELD A VAIN SHOW. 

This world is all a frivolous show. 

Its pursuits are all vain ; 
The joys which to-day profusely flow, 

Are to-morrow succeeded by pain. 

The grave, the gay, the young, the old. 
That so kindly join in mirth. 

Perhaps to-morrow lie deathly cold. 
Consigned to the mother earth. 



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The transient joys that so soon pass 

From life's merry morn, 
Are like the flowers and grass, 

Which in their prime are rudely shorn. 

Yes, the gay pleasures of to-day 

Will soon pass out of sight. 
And from youth's horizon fade away, ' 

To dwell in endless night. 

Our fairy dreams of joy and pleasure. 
One moment they bloom and fade^ 

So flies to distant lands our treasure. 
And the debt of Nature is paid. 

So speedily we are passing away 
To realms of an unknown sphere. 

Where reigns in eternity endless day. 
For no night ever draws near. 

O, may it be a day bright and serene. 
Calm as a bright spring's morning; 

No dark lowering clouds to be seen. 

But all be clothed in beautiful adorning. 

The golden gates are thrown open to all, 
But few reach that blissful place; 

Their numbers are exceedingly small. 

Though many start, but few win the race. 

"This world has many snares our feet to try," 
The storms of sorrow around us roar. 
But soon from their grasp we will fly 

To a land of bliss where tempests are no more. 



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So with renewed vigor let us press onward, 
For the faithful there is a promise sure; 

But the heedless will travel the road downward, 
Where remorse of pain they will endure. 



ANSWER TO APRIL FOOL. 



Ah, ha ! so I detected you at last, 

I had suspicioned you was fast. 

But thought perhaps I had better not say much, 

For guilty conscience will betray all such. 

And now, in answer, let me say to you. 

That you will find me sincere and true. 

Especially to one whom like yourself comes out so bold. 

In words so beautiful their love to unfold. 

But ah ! like all other gay young men. 
You will flatter young ladies now and then. 
For simple amusement and frolicsome sport, 
To make them think you are a fine beau to court. 

But fie ! with all your fine speeches I won't believe 
You think every time the girls you can deceive, 
If you do jest about blue-edged dishes. 
For in the deep, deep sea there are many fishes. 

And after fishing many a year, you may catch no better. 
But in love's golden chain you may fetter 
Some fair one, whose nectar steeped in hope's bright pool. 
May never regret she got an April fool. 



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TEXALENE. 

It was a stormy night, 

When I had a dream 
Which denied me the right 

Of my dear Texalene. 

Oh! my dear, my beautiful Texalene, 
" My love, m}?" only love;" 
In all my thoughts and in my dreams 
I see her form in climes above. 

Her cheeks they glow. 

Her hazel eyes are bright. 
Her form is far below 

The gorgeous mountain height. 

Oh! my dear, my lovely Texalene, 

My darling and my pride, 
In my thoughts, in all my dreams 

Thou art, in fancy, sitting by my side. 

My beautiful Texalene is so gay. 

She is the pride of the vale ; 
Lovely birds around her play. 

And tell her a lover's tale. 

Oh ! my dear, my lovely Texalene, 

" My love, my only love ;" 

Thou art the brightest star in my dream, 

Thy voice is low and sweet as the turtle dove. 

Thy sweet brow is so delicate and fair, 
Like snow when the pale moon is shining ; 

Thy head is clustered with curls of raven hair. 
Which around thy temples are twining. 



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Oh ! my dear, my only Texalene, 
"My love, my only love ;" 
Thy form in bright visions gleam. 
Like silvery crowned angels above. 

Thou art like the golden winged linnet. 

That sings in morning's early hour ; 
And smiles each weary minute. 

Musing in the willow's leafy bower. 

Oh ! my dear and darling Texalene, 

My love and ambitious pride ; 
Thou art like a fairy in my dreams, 

And in my visions my darling bride. 

Oh ! my dear, my sweet Texalene, 

My love I cannot well restrain ; 
Of thee nightly I am sure to dream, 

With me till death thine image will remain. 

The nights grow lonesome and weary. 
Every hour a day, dull and cheerless. 

Except in slumber, then I am merry, 
All earth's enchanting scenes are peerless. 



PAST. 



In the back-ground of our hearts. 
Are the many cares of the past. 

Which bring to view its piercing darts. 
On memory's wings thick and fast. 

The past is gone, where, no mortal knows. 
It came and went and left no claim 



QQ POEMS AND PROSE. 

For the future, but as the river, Time, flows. 

His victims are numbered in the battle of the slain. 
He grasped the tender flower, as he went 

Over this sweet land of peace ; 
He waged war, and many lives he spent. 

When death came his rage to cease. 
The past is gone to the land of rest. 

To reign no more in supreme power ; 
He shall never more our homes distress. 

For the present he submits in his dying hour. 



PRESENT. 

The present, 'tis here, oh ! what is the present, 

It is now the time all being. 
Which makes the tide of life so pleasant, 

'Tis that all seeing yet unseen. 
The present is with us now at hand, 

Ah ! he comes and goes flitting by. 
As old past leaves destruction on the land. 

Then on eagle's wings doth fly. 



VALENTINE'S EVE. 

One day, before birds and fowls, 
Maidens, as morning robins, mated with owls. 
There were many behind curtains unseen, 
Others in front, a fair sample of green. 

Some walked, others played, the rest talked. 
Ah! a gay time had they not balked 



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As they run their merry wits around. 
One, with more wit than wisdom, found 

A play called " Simon's Thumbs Down; "''' 
So with thumbs down and up they went 'round, 
Making themselves a happy evening spent. 
With boys and girls in love full bent. 

All had gathered there for the happy hour, 
All a happy throng of the wedding tour. 
There were babes to screech a tuneful air; 
Infancy, youth, and old age were there 

To cheer the bride and happy groom 

Whilst leaving their fond, parental home, 

To seek a new home, a happy home, a new life; 

Once a beau, now a husband; once a maid, now a wife. 



* A REPLY. 

Mr. Frank, in reply to date twent3^-iirst, 

Let me to you a secret tell. 

And it you must remember well. 
Not to plead bashfulness when boldness comes first. 

And the beautiful blushing rose, 

Bears but a faint resemblance, 

To your pretended hindrance. 
Oh ! dear bashfulness, Avhat ? who knows 

What lies liidden in that Avord ? If revealed 
Would a volume of — I won't say what, 
For I know you care not. 

But as an exeuse, you say my fate is sealed. 



68 POEMS AND PROSE. 

And though my destiny were not sealed, yet I fear, 

My fate like yours would be, 

Bashfulness in the last degree. 
Oh ! 'tis a pity, O sympathy, drop a tear 

For two of the most bashful folks. 

You in your life ever saw. 

And always a distinction draw. 
Between blushing roses and bashful folks. 



WHEN I MARRIED. 

I married in eighteen hundred and sixty-seven. 
My age was thirteen and eleven ; 
My husband in his prime, four yours older. 
Made him look more wise and bolder. 

Some months before we were married. 
He rented a farm where we tarried. 
Until he stored his forage and grain, ^ 
Then we moved our lodging again. 

We moved into a little new house. 
Were we lived snug as a mouse ; 
Nothing to molest the quietude of our home. 
But with contentment around it to roam. 

Though cheaply built, planks set on end, 
Through necessity we had no money to spend, 
Rearing fine houses and making a show. 
For we had to buy other indispensables, you know. 

But in our little new house I sleep 

As soundly as the king in his palace neat. 

With no midnight haunts of vice. 

To steal my brains without a price. 



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I reign as queen in our little domicile, 
Superintending household duties with a good will ; 
Knowing that free labor has played out, 
And hired labor is not worth having about. 

So with sleeves rolled up, I visit the kitchen, 
Nor slight the dairy, for there I must pitch in ; 
Attention it needs, to keep it in repair. 
To be in trim for other people's stare. 

For you must know people nowadays, 

Find, without a doubt, many ways 

To sneer at the poverty of the poor. 

Though it be loudly knocking at their own door. 

And now riches has about "played out,'' 
Boys and girls will have to work beyond a doubt, 
But 'twill be so fashionable they wont mind 
Its name so much, but in it a pleasure find. 

For I do assure you I am as contented 

As most' Mr. Anybody Else, and not repented 

My making a choice in life, 

For my husband is kind and I a dutiful wife. 

With peace and plenty of provision, 
What care I for other people's derision ; 
For a contented mind, calm and serene. 
Will with life's pleasures beam. 

In climbing, I'll try to pull the right ropes, 
In living, I'll try to live in bright hopes ; 
For hoping is the chief sustenance of woman, 
And always in adversity her brightest omen. 

My evening's scribble is about do ne, for night 
Is fast throwing her shades over my light, 



70 POEMS AND PROSE. 

As if to say, " Put up your paper^ pen and ink, 
For there's other duties of which you do not think." 

Now, dear critic, when this you criticize, 
Think not the writer did this your wit to exercise, 
But merely to pass a little of your leisure time. 
In laughing at my silly rhyme. 



TO JENNIE. 



Be assured dearest, that in affections budding wreath 

Thou art tenderly twined, 
Being on my bosom's flowery heath, 

A favorite flower refined. 



IMPROVEMENT. 

" Stamp improvement on the wings of time," 
In a nation's mighty career, 
There's a chance for you to shine, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

Ere this you are fully aware. 

In carelessness you'll be left behind. 
To grope in darkness and despair, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

With this mighty jewel on thy breast, 
■ You will the lofty mountain climb ; 
Like a silver sword your name will gleam with the rest, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 



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The duty of your fathers on you rest, 

Now this consider with dutiful mind, 
And with this motto ever be blest, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

Mark the falhng of great generations, 

Stamp the seal of remembrance in thy mind. 
Hark ! take note, 'tis the cry of all nations, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

Stamp the seal that links the heart, 

To the love of all mankind ; 
Never, no never, from this motto depart, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

Be an advocate of knowledge to gain, 

Mark the notes as the school-bell chimes 
Speak the words clear and plain, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 
In thy youth to knowledge turn, 

With its contents store your mind ; 
For treasures of bliss it will return, 
' > Stamp improvement on the wings of time. " 

Thou art a shrub that bears no flower. 

Not as the stately pine, 
The king of the forest crowned in power, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

Kouse your ambition and manly courage, try 

To be a man of rank in the puljlic mirid ; 
With thy name exalted to the sky, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

To climb the silvery mountain of fame. 
You must one Aing bear in mind. 



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Never think learning a disgrace or shame, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 

It IS a height which but few pilgrims reach, 

That lofty station of mankind ; 
With those beneath them to teach, 
" Stamp improvement on the wings of time." 
Arouse ye, O sons of liberty, stand, 

Ye sons of the southern clime ; 
Seize the gem with a deathless grip of hand, 

And " stamp improvement on the wings of time." 



THE DEIZZLING RAIN. 



The drizzling rains are falling. 
And to our minds are recalling. 
Sweet remembrances of the past. 
Which, like the roses, soon blast. 

Yes, the gentle rains of to-day. 

Seem to sweetly say. 

Behold how gently we are passing by, 

Soon your years, like us, will have flitted by. 

Yes, the gentle rains are softly descending. 
All nature to their bland sway is bending ; 
So we, like them, will soon travel the road. 
That leads to our sure and final abode. 

The rain-showers of to-day. 
Will, like the flowers, soon pass away ; 
And the dim traces they leave behind. 
Will, like our faults, fade from the mind. 



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Though to-day the rain falls from on high, 
To-morrow low on the ground doth lie ; 
So the monarch to-day in all his glory stands, 
Perhaps to-morrow grim Death his fame demands. 

The driveling rain which falls to-day, 

In gentle drops will soon wash away 

The loose sands from every quarry beach, 

So life, by Time's hand her destiny soon will reach. 



DEDICATED TO L. E. P. 

In the year eighteen hundred and sixty-seven, 

December the twenty-first day. 

Was born a bright little ray. 
An angel from above to earth given. 

But alas ! its sweet little reign, 

Was soon on earth ended. 

And to a brighter clime ascended, 
Where is known no death nor pain. 

On the eleventh of June, eighteen hundred and sixty-nine, 
Aged seventeen months and twenty days. 
Departed from earth all its bright rays, 

To heaven a purer and brighter clime. 



MORNING OF LIFE. 

The morning of life, like the sun 
In its daily revolution. 

Soon its appointed course doth run. 
In time's ceaseless evolution ; 



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Then let us our precious moments improve, 

Lay something up in store, 
For the noon-tide life will behoove 

Labor's earliest efforts more and more, 
To prepare for life's wintery age, 

When the silvery hairs are thin, 
And the pulse of the time-worn sage 

Beats slow, while the eyes grow dim. 



A CONGRATULATION. 

May your future ever be as bright 

And joyous as the present is ; 
May gloomy sorrow ever wing her flight. 

Far away from thy connubial bliss. 

May your pathway be strewn with love's sweet flowers 
May your highest idea of supreme felicity, 
Fancied in sweet hymeneal bowers. 

Always prove sincere in honest simplicity. 

May your glittering day-dreams of life. 
Be realized in this your happy consummation 

Of gaining a true and loving wife. 
Whose sweet smiles will ever be to you a consolation . 

May heaven's choicest blessings be with thee. 

And in life's garden ever bloom. 
The joys which on love's altar are free. 

From vain mistrust and direful gloom. 

May cares and sorrows as they meet you disappear, 

May your cloudless skies of love 
Never be overshadowed by the midnight haunts of fear, 

But be as bright as the glorious sun above. 



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May your life be one of successive joys, 
Smoothly gliding on through a happy vale, 

Gemmed by the dewdrops of love which decoys, 
Into repose and forgetfulness of sorrow's wail. 

May you soon forget and forgive. 

The faults of your kind friends. 
Who for a little sport, certainly did give 

A few practical jokes which never offend. 



• LOVE DREAM. 

Ah ! love is a sad sweet dream. 

That turns day into night ; 
It is like a falling, trickling stream. 

Whose silvery waters gleam in every light. 

Love is as a mighty king. 

It rules this glorious land. 
And proves a reptile sting. 

When taken by the hand. 

My heart glows with fond anticipation. 
Whilst I am thinking of my beloved one ; 

The fairest flower of all earth's creation. 
With no exception, not one. 

Her lovely cheeks, her brilliant eye. 

When evening spreads her enchanting shades, 

Shows hues of every gorgeous dye. 
And with her charms, beauty fades. 

I hope we will part but for a season. 

Think me not mad, on meeting I'll give my reason, 
For it would give my heart great pain, 

To think we would ne'er meet again. 



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THE MAID. 

I once loved a beauteous maid, 

I went to see her often too, 
When alas ! the fair maiden bade 

Me come no more, a farewell adieu. 

Her form was beauteous to behold. 
Her eyes sparkled, her face was fair, 

And her countenance unmistakably told 
The moment her love was there. 

But ah ! one day there came 

Beaux numbering one, two, three and four ; 
Now you have the number, not the name. 

Of the one that came before. 

I am now called her present lover. 

Hoping to win her heart ; 
If I fail, mine eyes I'll cover. 

And from this unhappy world depart. 

I love her charmingly well. 

With her modest feature, 
'Tis more than words can teU, 

Ah ! the lovely creature. 



BROKEN-HEARTED. 



Hark ! hear you her sorrowful cries, 
CalKng on one whose heart is as stone ; 

See the drops of grief gushing from her eyes, 
Her voice grows faint, her happiness is gone. 



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Her fair hand was wooed and won 

By a youth of her playmate days, 
A sister's pet, a fond mother's son, 

But alas ! now how changed are his ways. 

Her warm and tender heart. 

Has melted within her loving bosom ; 
She smiled and wept when they parted. 

Shrinking back into love's cruel prison. 

And in this unholy land of care. 

She lingers her untimely life away ; 
The siren song of love to her proved a snare. 
Her happiness to grief, an unfortunate prey. 

To her, love's young dream is o'er, and alas ! 

Hopes from her bosom have forever fled ; 
And ere the days of absence can pass. 

Love shall prove withered and dead. 

In her visions fair, her brightest joys have'fled. 

All to her is a world of despair and gloom ; • 

She may now well lay that crested head, 
And hang that broken heart o'er the tomb. 



WOOING. 

Fie ! you may talk of wooing 

Widow's hearts. 
And their bewitching smiles outdoing 

Cupid's darts. 

But ah ! could I always have the pleasure 
Of seeing and sitting. 



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By one whose soft glances I deem a treasure, 
Ever past me flitting, 

I would care not for a young widow's glances, 

Nor the smile, 
Which you say her charms so enhances 

All the while. 

No, but when the golden sun sinks 

Out of sight. 
And the gentle evening zephyr links 

Her fate with the night. 

O, let me be close by the side of one 

Whose dark eye, 
And golden hair like the brilliant sun, 

Will never die. 

But ever live gi-een in remembrance. 

For her fair form. 
There's but few that bear resemblance. 



But ah ! vague suspicions rise, 

For another seeks 
To rob me of my expected prize. 

In a few weeks. 

Whilst I have been for many months striving 

To win the race. 
And thought my suit too finely thriving. 

To fall apace. 

But ah ! faint heart ne'er won fair lady, 

Nor a jewel ; 
And though my chance may be dark and shady, 

I'll try a renewal. 



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Ah ! for those bright eyes and golden hair, 

In wavy tresses flowing ; 
I soon would to dry goods prove a snare, 

Only drugs could have a showing. 



A BOY'S COURTSHIP. 

I went out a courting one day. 
All very fine and gay ; 
I had to ride but three miles. 
Until I reached her honey smiles ; 
My steed traveled at a pretty rate. 
Soon he landed me at the gate. 

And there sat my darhng in full dress, 
I caught her 'round the neck, to press 
Her ruby lips, so sweet, to mine. 
She gave me a loving sign ; 
I sighed, and leisurely leaned back. 
Our hps going smicky smack. 

And her papa, just about that time. 

Slowly stepped up from behind. 

Said, "Wretch, ungrateful daughter. 

Bring your papa some cool water." 

I tried hard to raise a conversation, 

When the toe of his boot said, "Emancipation ! " 

I tried with him the case to reason. 

But the old man said it was out of all season. 

So then what do you reckon I did. 

Why, right over the fence, without a shirt, I slid. 

Falling into a large box of mortar. 

Forgetting the old man's lovely daughter. 



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I piteously cried for some one to help, 
And the first thing I felt, 
Was the old man's leather strap. 
Over my head going spat, spat, 
I scrambling up to the old man said, 
" O, pray, have mercy on this silly head, 

For if ever I get out of this bad scrape, 
I never will another such a trip make. " 
He, looking angrily to me, said, 
" No, you can never my daughter wed, 
And the sooner you my premises leave. 
For the less you will have to grieve. 

So, raising my hat, with a Ibw bow, 

I bid him good morning, as well as I knew how. 

So that fatal but lucky blunder. 

Cut my love for girls asunder; 

And an old bachelor I have lived to be. 

And the faults of boyhood days plainly see. 



MORNING THOUGHTS. 



Though the morning looks beautifully bright, 

With the golden sun just rising. 
In aU his brilliant splendor so light. 

Yet a dim cloud shrouds my soul in sad surmising. 

But like autumnal showers 

Drown the emaciated leaves of decay. 
And prepare the rural bowers. 

For brighter hopes of another day. 



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Perhaps those shady clouds of sorrow, 

Will but tranquillize the soul, 
For brighter gems of the morrow. 

And sweet joys untold. 

Though life's stormy cares 'round us gather. 

And sorrow's dark clouds lower. 
Let us in hope look for fairer weather, 

For the span of life will soon be o'er. 



MY GUEST. 

Oh! I had such a pleasant guest last night. 

You ought to have seen the sight. 

He was so interesting and gay. 

You'd almost thought him a twittering jay ; 

You have no idea the amount of bombastic prattle 

He displayed in high-flown verbal battle. 

His canting words impress my mind 
Like the ivy 'round the unyielding oak. 

With sweet embraces her boughs intertwined, 
A reciprocation from him doth vainly invoke. 

But with all her endearing charms combined. 

He remains inflexible, not swayed by her power, 
But as a felon securely by his foe confined, 
" Gives way but in his dying hour." 

So his flattering words are vainly spent, 

For I, like the unbending oak, 
Will never yield, nor be easily bent. 

By his various and untimely strokes. 



POEMS AND PEOSE. 
KISSES. 

Kisses, like the dewdrops on a rose, 
But a moment of bliss they enjoy, 

Before its beauties enclose, 
Its floral sweetness to destroy. 



MATEIMONY. 

Matrimony is a life card, 

And when it does not turn trumps, 
'Tis sure to make life hard. 

Fills its road full of ugly stumps. 

But what a pleasure 'tis to ride. 

O'er life's turbulent sea ; 
In fljring colors sail o'er the tide. 

To anchor on some beautiful lea. 



WISI30M. 

For but few doth wisdom's pages unfold, 
Its mysteries lie in heaps untold ; 
How oft doth the unwary lad sing. 
Of brightest joys which wisdom brings. 

'Tis that thrilling in our bosom when we feel. 
The tender chords of love grow stronger. 
And in our hearts the spark conceal. 
Till at last we can restrain no longer. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 

MEETING. 



Dear friend, it seems so long since we met, 
But you know 'tis often said, 
That seldom visits ne'er cause vain regret, 
But make lasting friends well bred ; 
Yet methinks, lasting comrades or not, 
It makes glad hearts not soon forgot. 

O 'tis sweet to gather in a social group 'round 

True friendship's holy shrine. 

Where alone sacred love is always found 

Its loving tendrils around the heart to entwine ; 

Soothes our sad changes, brightens our dark days. 

And Ms our souls with heaven's bright rays . 



MISTAKEN LOVE. 

Notwithstanding the many pleasant hours. 

We have spent in hymeneal bowers. 

And the many kindred ties of friendship that in flowers 

Were hnked together, as we vainly thought. 

By the golden chain of love, are by nought 

Broken, yea they are forever wrought, 

Never again in fancy to be reunited ; 

So let each of us bury our love-blighted 

Hopes, in the dark depths of oblivion, never to be sighted, 

And remember the past no more, for to remember, 

Would irritate a passion which would engender 

A life of hopeless misery, without a defender. 



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Therefore, I beg you, never to think of me again, 
And consider our afiair mere fancies of the brain ; 
The past only visionary, dreamings of love in vain. 
Though they be not easily erased from the mind. 
Yet the efi'acing fingers of ceaseless time, 
Will doubtless ere the vital spark be resigned, 

Obliterate it from the afiections of the heart. 

Though it be susceptible of keen emotion, yet when seared with 

a dart. 
From the cold vauntings of unrequited love, shares no part 
In the flatteries of life, but becomes heedless and insensible 
To the vain promptings of delusion, which are incomprehensible, 
Thereby shielding herself from calamities though not apprehen- 
sible. 

That often makes broken hearts bathe in tears. 

Yet for you I am not alarmed, for your credulity appears 

Too sensible to indulge in a passion, which for years 

Failed to meet a due return from the object of admiration, 

Yet through the ever-changing years of the future, an altercation, 

You say, may be wrought in my mind, and a final consummation 

Be efiected, through the angelic influences of tender sympathies, 

Whilst in the deep recesses of my soul all the energies 

Will call forth a compassionate feeling which, in its indulgencies 

People often say transforms itself into ardent love ; 

But let me entreat you not to be thus led on far above 

Reason, by the mere phantom of hope, though the turtle-dove. 

You say, is worthy of imitation, yet her constancy 

She does not assume to that extent of your world-wide romancy, 

For you are led on by vain imagination and puerile fancy. 

And now I beg you to abandon your vain pursuit, 

Fruitless will be your efibrts and your honor disrepute, 

For when I deliberately decide a question, I will not confute 



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My honest decision, unless fully convinced of an illusion, 
Of which there's no probability, and it is a vain intrusion 
To assert a right from mere fancy ; and now in conclusion, 
Let me say that I regard you a friend, one that is true. 
But nothing more, and I'll bid you a kind adieu. 
Hoping this affair you will never want to renew. 



OUR DUTY. 

Oh ! who could forget God and their duty, 
Seeing old Earth clothed in her beauty ; 
And around her the all-glorious display. 
Of the beautiful bright monitor of the day. 

And after gloomy hours and dark days. 
How sweet are the beautiful rays 
Of the bright star of hope, as she ascends 
Life's shadowed horizon her sweetest joy lends. 



FANCIES OF LOVE. 

O, ye soft sighing winds of eve. 
Waft to me something sweet to retrieve 
Of the past, but quickly flown hours. 
When amidst friends and sweet flowers, 
I passed my leisure moments so happily. 
Nor ever dreaming of life's cares so drearily. 

But alas! alas! how vain are our chidings. 

Whilst life's ever-sure tidings 

Bear us swiftly onward o'er its surging billows. 



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And at night when softly reclining on our pillows, 
How oft doth sweet memories crowd our brain 
With visions of past pleasure and pain. 

Yet, oh yet, I will hope for the best, 

If by happiness I am ne'er blest. 

And if sad misfortune should e'er caress me, 

And thy sweet smiles should ne'er bless me, 

O, let me live in hope, if I die in despair. 

And fly to some far-off region more fair. 



IT WAS IN MY MIND. 



There is a lass, all know her well, 
As a friend I loved her, I loved her so kind. 
There are many wise, but none can tell. 
It was in my mind. 

I visited her, and the sight made me glad, 
I remained all night, but it was a cooling time. 
Though I loved her so well, yet she grew mad. 
It was in my mind. 

It was a balmy eve, when last we met 
We parted, either she or I was left to pine 
One or the other, a heartless coquette. 
It was in my mind. 

She did not rank with the higher. 
But as a gee-gaw in her prime, 
The idol of an inspiring squire. 
It was in my mind. 



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The star of her circle, in her estimation, 
A dreg for me of an inferior kind, 
A mock of the whole female creation, 
It was in my mind. 

Now, dear friends, when this you read. 
Commit the moral of this to your mind. 
For absent minds lose their friends by careless deeds, 
It was in my mind. 



A GENT AND HIS DINNER. 

To dinner a Gent sat down, on looking around. 

He spied his favorite dish, 

'Twas neither potatoes nor fish. 
But a chicken cooked nicely and brown. 

Opening wide his eyes, said he, "This was intended for me. 
" Yes," said the lady, " 'tis for you." 
Now quickly to him the dish he drew. 
And carved the chicken into pieces three. 

Saying, " It is very poor, they've starved it sure ; 

The country folks don't mind. 

Anything of this kind, 
They'd half starve themselves a dime to secure." 

Then, with an air of pride he pushed it aside. 
His lips quivering like a leaf, 
Said, "Waiter, pass me some roast beef." 

'Twas passed, not roasted, but nicely fried. 

This not pleasing his taste, he went ofi" in haste, 
Sa3dng, " I do not feel well to-day. 
The poor chicken took my appetite away. 

And think myself excused, as 'tis a save and not a waste." 



POEMS AND PEOSE. 

TEMPEEANCE CALL. 

Come my friends, one and all, 

And hear the grand temperance call, 

Come and join the temperance band, 

"We will hoist our flag throughout the land. 

Dare do right, no matter what people say, 

We will drive, gin, rum, and whisky away. 

O, think young man, ere 'tis too late, 
Yea, act for yourself, ere stern fate 
Shall the final destiny of your life seal; 
O, then let it not be a vile drunkard's deal, 
But a noble man, who will dare do right, 
No matter how long, nor hard the fight. 

So come to the front and take your place, 
Fall in ranks and help redeem your race 
From the accursed crimes, and sin 
Of drinking whisky, rum, and gin, 
** For who hath sorrow and woe. 
Who hath red eyes without a foe, 
They that tarry long at wine," 
Those who with drunkards sip and dine. 

Remember what the great philosopher said, 
*' Look not upon the wine when 'tis red, 
When it giveth its color in the cup," 
Cfti, do not then, of its deadly poison sup, 
For " when it moveth itself aright, 
Tls then like a serpent it doth bite," 
It stingeth, it stingeth like an adder, 
It bringeth you down on life's ladder. 
To the lowest steps of shame and disgrace. 
From whence you can never your footsteps retr^ice. 



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Now, young man, ponder a moment and see. 

If in this catalogue of evils you think there be 

Anything desirable, admirable, congenial, or nice. 

That will answer life's purposes or suffice 

To throw, instead of shadows, a sunlight glow. 

O'er the somber shades that gather around our door . 

Then, oh then, shun those dens of vice. 

That steal your money and brains without a price. 

For the green-eyed monster has his winning way. 

To ensnare those whom he intends his prey ; 

With his skillful art, the unsuspected youth. 

Ere he realizes the fearful consequences and truth. 

Is in his iron grasp securely bound ; 

No more will he heed the signal sound. 

Given by friends to warn him of danger. 

He now to their entreaties becomes a stranger. 

Don't delay, join the cold water army now. 
Ever, ever, to its crystal shrine bow. 
Set our sails, unfurl our banners, let them fly. 
Soon our bark safely anchored in harbor will lie. 
Whilst our motto shall ever be, "Don't Falter," 
But drink, ever drink, clear sparkling water. 



MY FRIEND. 



My friend, it is with pleasure that I take my pen. 
To write you a few lines, and in them 
You will find something that you are not aware. 
But please, when you read them, do not declare 
I am poking fun at you this time; 



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For I assure you it would be hard to find 
A friend who speaks so positive and plain, 
And by no means exhibit any name. 

But let me tell you one thing in fact, 

And that is, without any tact, 

You are the best looking one of your mess. 

In plain speaking, and without any jest. 

Now, don't think I'm flattering you. 

For that would be the last thing I'd do ; 

And I'm sure there's no harm in this. 

At least it don't so appear to me to be amiss. 

Now, if any faults in this you find. 

Consider them not of the heart, but the mind : 

And remember me as your friend. 

One on whom you may always depend ; 

"Will ever be faithful and true. 

Yes, forever, to a friend like you. 



WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A MOTHEK 

What is home without a mother? 

Our joys to share, our sorrows to bless ; 
For to fill her place there's none other. 

There's no smile nor fond caress, 
Like that of a dear patient mother. 

What is home without a mother? 

To guide our childish wandering feet. 
Whilst tottering along the baby-walks of life. 

Prattling in youthful innocence sweet. 
Burdened with no worldly cares nor strife. 

But in infantile purity fondle on mother. 



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What is home without a mother? 

Without her sweet angelic smile, 
To drive away our troubles and dull care, 

And with sweet comforts bless us all the while, 
Traveling life's highway, beset with its many snares, 

Though carefully guarded by a fond mother. 

What is home without a mother? 

Without a happy, cheerful smile to meet us. 
As we softly walk in at the open door ; 

And with a loving sweet voice to greet us, 
As she has so often done before, 

With a " God bless you," from mother. 

What is home without a mother? 

With her hallowed influences to adorn 
Our peaceful and happy abodes, 

Whilst her prayers, as sweet incense, are borne 
For our welfare, as we journey life's uncertain road, 

For a final and fairer home with mother. 

What is home without a mother? 

Our wounds and bruises to heal. 
Our headaches and heart-throbs to relieve, 

Our faults and failings in her heart conceal, 
And with a kind forgiveness tenderly receive 

A wayward child back in love to its mother. 

What is home without a mother? 

O think, erring child, ere 'tis too late, 
O think, whilst life's early morn is passing o'er thee. 

Yea, think, ere the final decrees of fate 
Shall throw its dark shadows before thee, 

And rob thy home of a dear mother. 



POEMS AND PKOSE. 

What is home without a mother? 

Seal these precious memories in thy heart, 
And ne'er forget, though your days be many to love. 

Those precious words, though you be far apart, 
Thy mother a bright seraph in the shining courts above, 

Till then, you can only realize within your heart. 
What home is without a mother. 



TEMPEKANCE BOAT. 

O see how the beautiful temperance boat. 

On Time's surging billows float ; 

See, our sails are unfurled and flying, 

And to the maddening rage of old demon defying. 

Soon this beautiful tranquil bark, 

Like a shimmering meteor spark. 

Will gently waft us o'er whisky's turbulent sea. 

Where bloated faces and blood-shot eyes cease to be. 

The temperance cause is gaining ground. 
The whisky men are whining around. 
Business interests will be ruined in town." 
Then, while we can, this armed foe crush down. 



STAR OF HOPE. 

All hearts are turned to the radiant star, Hope; 

We hail thee in thy bright form. 
We see thy spark at a distance remote, 

Beaming to us in life's fearful storm. 



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PAST, PEESENT AND FUTURE. 

The past, present and future. 

Has marked in its time all nations. 

All ages, and all earth's generations. 
The present only is all we can nurture. 

The past on eagle wings has flown 
To other realms, far away, 
And the present now we enjoy to-day, 

And to-morrow, oh ! where ? 'twill be unknown. 

The future, on Time's speeding wings. 
Is coming with ever-sure tidings. 
Perchance it may be pitiless chidings. 

For messages of some kind it surely brings. 



A VALENTINE. 

My love, as this is St. Valentine's merry day, 
A fine excuse for reading, writing and play, 
So I write ; don't let this little bit of a mickle 
Insult you, or make you think me fickle. 

For it is not so, but the true depths of love 
Will, in spite of all the powers above. 
Disguise itself to its object of fancy, 
And bid defiance to the world's romancy. 

But be that as it may, you silly elf, 
I want you to keep that to yourself. 
And to no one disclose this rude passion. 
Neither at home nor 'mid the haunts of fashion. 



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For I've always had implicit confidence in you, 
Though I know not whether you be false or true ; 
And this is only the promptings of a heart, 
Whose only design is to merely impart 

A secret to one, whom I think never knew 
That they were loved by one of the few. 
Whose immortal love will never die, 
But deep in the unfathomed bosom lie. 

And for this, I hope, you will not censure me. 

As I'm only telling what I think of thee. 

And why not I, have the privileged right. 

To express thoughts that perchance would blight 

A life of tranquil happiness and peace. 

If from the mind they were not released ? 

But now let me tell you one thing in time. 
And that is, if any conceit in this you find. 
You need not think the writer a flatterer. 
For it is not so, but like the chatterer, 
I delight in having some antic fun. 
From playing a trick to making a pun. 



PRESENT. 

The present only is ours, 

'Tis all we can claim ; 
Then let us cherish this passing flower, 

Whilst with us it remains. 

And learn life's lessons well, 
In early morn whilst we may ; 

Ere dusky eve her shadows, who can tell ? 
May soon darken our brightest day. 



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Then let us with eager grasp, 

Seize each moment as they pass, 
To accomplish some good in life's great task. 

For mankind of each and every class. 



TO SCOTT. 

AU alone thig morning with a little spare time, 
I thought to wnte you a few words before nine. 
As at that time our school opens, you well know. 
And in the evening closes at exactly four ; 
So you see, I'll have to write in haste. 
For there'll be no time for me to waste. 
I am only going to tell you of a little story. 
When a friend, for a practical joke, was in his glory. 

But ah ! 'tis useless for me to sit here all the, while. 
To ponder, to muse, to get something in style 
For you, one who cares so very little 
For girls and their intrinsical piddles. 
Although you're good looking, suffice to say, 
I have seen as good looking many a day, 
But did not see any more intelligent than you. 
And for better, there's but very few. 

But I'll teU you now when you were deceived, 

By one in whom you might have conceived. 

That to you an idle tale they were telling. 

To flatter you, that a young lady's heart was swelling 

With fond affection for you, one who could not reciprocate 

Love's tender emotion, neither soon nor late. 

Perhaps there is, but I assure you it is not mine. 

For my business now is out of that line. 



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And as for the simple eflusion of love be made cry, 
It will only be the parting hand when I come to die. 
But once I did cry in the parlor, 'tis true. 
In your presence, but not about you. 
But 'twas something sacred and sweet, come to mind 
Of the past, when friends around me entwined. 
Those I feared I should never more see. 
But have since learned you believed it was all for thee. 

And since that time I fully understand, 
That is why you passed through our land, 
And did not stop to tell us girls good-by, 
You was afraid we would about you cry. 
As this was for your friend a very nice joke, 
No harm done, nobody's heart broke. 
We will kindly forgive and it forget. 
As 'tis not worth remembrance nor regret. 



THE LAEK. 



Sails aloft in the air, so light and fair ; 
The sweetest melodies he doth sing. 

His heart burdened with no sorrow nor care. 

O then be like the lark and sparrow. 
Live, while we may, in the sunshine of to-day, 

For we know not what 's in the morrow, 
As our joys oft take wings and fly away. 

So let us live and work for the present. 

And not all our ore and good deeds in future store, 
But to make our friends both happy and pleasant, 

Let us use them every day more and more. 



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K U M O R. 



Unspairiiig Euiiior sends afloat, 

Many illusive unfounded stories, 
Disguised in his beautiful colored coat. 

In deception's liase mask he glories. 
Yea, idle gossip, on speeding wings. 

Rides on every passing gale, 
Whilst riding, swiftly brings. 

Forever some vain idle tale. 



ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. 

St. Valentine's day. 
How merry and gay, 
The birds in a sweet lay. 

Tell their love tale. 

As they float on gentle gale. 

With joyous hearts on wing they sail, 

To find a loved mate. 
To share their fate. 
Both early and late; 

So boys and girls in love. 
Will, like the turtle dove. 
And falling dews from above. 

In melting words their love unfold, 
Beautiful as the shining gold, 
If 'tis rude, it must be told. 



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As it is St. Valentine's day, 
And who would dare say, 
'Twas wrong to write a love lay. 

So they with pen and ink, 

Tell what they surely think. 

In love words, which together they link 

They say you are the idol of their heart 
Your sweet voice more melody imparts. 
Than the softest note of the silver-toned harp 

As it gently falls on the ear, 
In accents soft, sweet, and clear, 
Treasured in the heart a jewel dear. 



THE FALSE ONE. 

Oh! why did you flatter this heart of mine. 

That loved thee too well to believe 
You would seek the affections to win, 

Only to prove false and better feelings deceive; 
One who so faithfully promised to be true. 

And have proved so false to me. 
Had not your vows been so fondly pledged and few. 

They might have been easily severed and free. 

But they were not so lightly made and spoken. 

You gave them with full assurance to me 
That they were true, and would ne'er be broken. 

That you would ever faithful and undisguised be, 
Which tilled my heart with the purest love, 

That knew no bound nor resting place, 
But onward would wing its way far above 

Vicious pride, seeking the only true grace. 



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That should adorn the champion's helmet in war and love, 

And inspire in his bosom the true worth of confidence given, 
In sincerity witnessed by the all-ruling powers above. 

Which ought to ever be sacred, not by sundry ties riven; 
And you well remember the day when at noon. 

We were seated on the green 'neath the shady oak, 
You were flattering me that your thoughts, like the moon, 

Were ever bright, and progressive, free from tyranny's yoke. 

But these vows were not only sealed on earth, 

But in heaven, where no deception is known ; 
And perhaps at eve, when in gleeful mirth. 

Thou wilt sometimes think of the cheerful tone. 
That ever joined you in your happiest tune. 

Yet peradventure, you will find some other one. 
With whom you may your leisure moments consume. 

But, remember I told you, your love was not deep. 

That it was only a boyish, a childish love. 
For half of your promises you would not keep; 

But when fancy suggested, to a distant land j^ou'd shove, 
Bidding foes and friends a final adieu. 

You would be borne on the broad-lwsomed ocean, 
Forgetting old friends, forming others anew. 

To dream of me never, but think it was all a notion. 

Ah! so true my words of warning have proved. 

For you have been faithless in your vows to me. 
And now to a distant land you have removed. 

Thinking there you are unfettered and free. 
You now see that I mistook not your disposition, 

For you're disposed to ramble o'er the wide world. 
Always ready to start out on some new expedition, 

With your banner to the breezes unfurled. 



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But give l)ack the heart you have stolen away, 

And let me repine no more o'er lost love, 
But free and unbound let me fly from dismay, 

To my forest home, and be the companion of the turtle dove, 
Whose sweet voice will ever cheer my frantic brain, 

And her constancy teach me never to give way, 
But from mere fancies of vanity always refrain. 

And never disguise, or a friend's faults betray. 

Oh! think how cruel you have proved to be. 

For you have stolen my love away. 
Saying you soon would restore the gift to me; 

But you have deceived and filled my heart with dismay, 
Yes, deceived a better heart than thine owu. 

Which can now only seek in vain 
To forget thy treachery, and cease to moan, 

For to think of thee gives but pain. 



PARTING AND MEETING. 



In our friendly parting and social meeting, 

Let us always be sincere in our greeting; 

As an open enemy we know how to meet. 

But a false friend we never know how to greet. 

So then always give a fair, free fight 

Of things not what they seem, but in sight 

Let us always strive to be, what we pretend to be. 

If nothing, be nothing, if something, something be. 

Never pretend to be something you are not, 

For 'twill never add one joy to life's lot. 



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SILVER LAKE. 



[Lady dressed in a blue costume, bedecked with tinsel stars, 
reclining on a sofa. Enter Lone Star, dressed in full costume, 
wearing a cap with large star in front, approaching the lady 
slowly, speaks:] 

Oh! beautiful, lovely, sweet Silver Lake, 
Thou loveliest queen of earth's beauties. 

Bedecked with myriads of shining stars. 

Glistening on thy bosom, calm, peaceful bosom, 

Eeflecting my never-fading endless fays of light; 
And yet at my presence thou wilt blush. 

Oh! why blush thou at the sight of thy companion. 

SILVER lake: — 

Oh! Lone Star, softly falls thy silvery light. 

In limpid streams o'er my bosom bright; 

Why wonder at the crimson blushes 

That o'er my face so rapidly rushes. 

As thy golden beams are brilliantly shining. 

And loved thoughts are 'round our hearts entwining. 

LONE star: — 

Sweet Silver Lake, upbraid me not. 

If I thy passion thoughtlessly betrayed. 
But on thy tranquil bosom blot 

Mine image where thousands are in beauty arrayed. 
Speak ye with thy sweet, silver-toned lips. 

And make my heart leap forth in joy. 
Forgetting out of sorrow's cup to sip. 

Draughts of care which soon my peace would destroy. 



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SILVER lake: — 

Oh! Lone Star, so beautifully bright, 

Had I your bewitching power. 
With ease and grace I surely might 

Charm you into love's sweet bower; 
For your bright golden beams. 

O'er my gentle bosom of light, 
Like a thousand diamonds' sparkling gleams, 

Ever fills fancy's eye with a happy delight. 

LONE star: — 

Oh! sweet Silver Lake, I must confess 

Without flattery, my love for you. 
And the true state of anxiety and distress, 

When for rosy morn I must bid you adieu. 
As you are my beloved one, the only one 

On whom I so fondly with rapture gaze. 
And behold mine image on thy bosom. 

Brightly reflected in thy mirrored wave. 

A thousand tiny stars are shining 

On thy bright glowing face. 
And with love's golden beams entwining. 

Will illuminates all space. 
Oh, my sweet Silver Lake, 

I must bid you adieu to-night, 
For my exit I soon will make. 

For the rosy morn of light. 

silver lake: — 

Oh! bright and glorious Star, 

I bid you a good-night. 
May nought your happiness mar, 
But soon return your brilliant light. 



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SCENE II. 

[Silver Lake appears alone on the stage, walking back and 
forth.] 

SILVER lake: 

Oh! the bright starry heavens above, 

Are twinkling with her shining host. 
But where, oh! where is my love. 

The Lone Star of whom all beauties boast, 
Like some lonely dove cooing; 

I look around, beneath and above. 
For my nightly companion has been wooing 
My tender affections and love. 

Methinks I see his lovely face 

Rising far o'er yon distant mountain, 
His lovely form with bright rays I trace 

The source of his bright fountain. 
Oh! Lone Star, where hast thou hid 

Thy bright and brilliant form ? 
Come, oh! come at my earnest bid, 

And listen to a friend so warm. 

Come, oh! come with thy glowing light. 

And cheer this trembling bosom of mine, 
Where a thousand beauties bright 

Will glow at thy blazing shrine. 
Come, oh! come, dispel these shadowy clouds 

That have veiled thy face of light. 
And with mists of darkness my bosom enshrouds 

From thy beautiful rays so bright. 

enter lone star: — 

I come at thy bid, lovely scenes to behold, 
Where sweet angels are hoveriner 



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O'er thy gentle bosom in beauties untold, 
I come to greet thee in thy starry covering. 

And with my blazing light of affection, 

All I possess I kindly offer thee; 
My love, my hand, and sure protection. 

Hoping in its sweet enchantment happier to be. 

For thee, I would withdraw from my starry abode 
In the high heavens bright domain. 

And with showers of love thee o'erload. 
In bliss with thee evermore to reign. 

And would thy sorrows and cares bless, 

And thy sweet affections caress. 
And be thy bright, blazing guide. 

O'er life's rough and rugged tide. 

Speak ye out of the depths of thy heart, 

Tell of thy lonely retire. 
And if thou hast ever, when apart. 

Thought of my bright attire, 

If ever in thy loneliness thou didst yearn 
For thy nightly comi^anion's return, 

To shed o'er thy bosom his golden beams. 
Where silvery beauty brightly gleams. 

SILVER lake: — 

Oh! Lone Star so beautiful and endearing, 
With your presence so bright and cheering. 
Could you doubt as a nightly treasure. 
That I hail thee as an enchanted pleasure. 

Sought you my love nor shall it be in vain. 
Come, rest with me, I'll never give thee pain; 



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For you shall ever be a welcome guest, 
And as a budding bouquet adorn my breast. 

LONE star: — 

With glad acceptance sweet Silver Lake, 

I'll be a bouquet on thy bosom bright, 
And with thee sweetest pleasures partake, 

Be a companion of the beauties of light. 

I have read of thee in poetry and song. 

And wondered where the fairy muse dwelled; 

Thy name on the gentle breezes floats along. 
And on fancy's prophetic page plainly spelled. 

SILVER lake: — 

Ah! tell me not poet Lone Star, 

That you could not divine, 
The pensive fairy near nor far, 

When thy natures so closely combine. 

For 'twas by intuition's golden pen. 

That I did first detect your name. 
And wondered in what magic den. 

You had stolen your bright fame. 

'Twas on the broad page of glorious renown. 

That in fancy I began to trace, 
The beautiful rays of thy golden crown. 

Which in splendor now illumes thy face. 

Oh! beautiful Lone Star, so bright. 

Tell me if in fame's starry host 
You first obtained your sparkling gems of light. 

Of which all lovers of beauty proudly boast. 



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LONE star: — 

Sweet Silver Lake, ask the winged winds 

That fly through the starry regions far, 
If they in their airy flight which extends 

O'er heaven's bright domain, spied a star. 

For in earth's primeval creation so grand, 

When the morning stars sang together for joy, 

Then I came forth as one of the happy band. 
To dwell in fixed harmony without alloy. 

Now to you my origin I have told. 

Please from you obscurity fling. 
Your mysteries briefly to me unfold. 

And your bright fountain spring. 

SILVER lake: — 

In hope's bright waters I live. 

In contentment's sylvan bower I dwell; 
My humble origin I can easily give. 
The estate from which I fell, 

I sprang from a bold sparkling fountain. 

High on bright fame's huge mountain, 

Gently descending in the shades of solitude sweet, 

Here have found a sure and safe retreat. 

From the envious reptile's spoil. 
Calm and peaceful, free from toil, 
I lay motionless, my bosom adorned 
With the radiant stars of morn; 
No cares of vanity my peace to destroy. 
But sip from cups of sweet joy. 



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SCENE III. 

[Silver Lake and Lone Star both appear on the stage together. 
Lone Star addresses Silver Lake first.] 

LONE star: — 

Oh! sweet Silver Lake of hope, 
Thy beauties fade at morn's approach ; 
Yea, thy beauties fair and bright, 
Will soon be veiled by morn's light. 

Bat radiant day-star, bright Aurora, 
Shall cheer and comfort thee in thy sorrow, 
That genial lamp of day so warm. 
Will change the scenes in a varied form. 

SILVER lake: — 

Oh! bright and beautiful Lone Star, 
The thoughts of thy departure mar 
My happiness, quietude and peace. 
For without thee, pleasure doth cease. 

'Tis true, the bright king of day. 
With a genial and sparkling ray, 
May my gloomy thoughts dispel. 
But can never your charms quell. 

LONE star: — 

No, we can both but share equal time, 
He at day, at night I am thine. 
Nor shall I envy him so bright. 
But part from thee in bliss to-night. 
Though your beautiful bosom of light 
Will soon be screened from my sight. 
Yet I know in the heart's home of affection, 
I hold a sacred place of sure protection. 



108 POEMS AND PROSE. 

SILVER lake: — 

Oh! Lone Star, you are inclined to flatter, 
With your praise and love matter ; 
Perhaps you think impressions are easily made 
On a bosom that reflects every shade. 

But, Lone Star, you must ever remember. 
In a friend true love to engender ; 
Plain speeches without gay adorning. 
Make's heart's home a bright morning. 

LONE star: — 

But, fair guiltless love, you know 
That kind words make the heart glow, — 
And wooing words which your fancy doth please 
To call flattery with such grace and ease, 

Are like the gentle sweet breezes of morn. 
Pure, devoted, gentle, not like the storm 
That rules with a giant-like power. 
But like bland caressing tones in a gentle shower. 

SILVER lake: — 

Oh! Lone Star, thy words are mild and fair, 

Thy form bright and brilliant are ; 

Thy soothing tones lull me to sleep. 

To dream of thy glances bright and sweet. 

Oh! may your gay morning of life. 

Be free from care and strife ; 

And life's evening shades dark and drear. 

Ever before your blazing shrine disappear. 

May you gently and serenely glide. 
O'er life's sea dark and wide ; 



POEMS AND PEOSE. 109 

In Hope's barge filled with joy. 
No cares thy pleasure to alloy. 

But soon you will bid me adieu, 
And hide your glorious form from view, 
To visit other scenes than these. 
Fanned by some gentle genial breeze. 

Though in other climes you will find 
No warmer friends than you've left behind, 
Yet change of scenes oft-times beget. 
Sweet pleasures and vain regret. 

LONE stae: — 

Though in distant lands wild I roam, 
Far from my friends and loved home. 
They will ever hold a sacred place 
In sweet memory's broad space. 

Though I leave you now, dear lovely friend^ 
Perhaps through many wild deserts to wend, 
I'll return to our sweet, peaceful home, 
And never, no never, from thee to roam. 

But soon shall my bright face be hid. 
And brilliant Aurora reign in my stead. 
And far from thee, sweet Silver Lake, 
I to other regions must take. 

But whilst I am with you to-night. 
Dear jewel of my heart's dehght. 
Give me one word of hope ere I start. 
Oh! speak, angel, for soon we must part. 

So farewell, now we must part. 

This hand in thine, the other on my heart ; 



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A kind and loving heart doth swell, 
As the fond words doth tell, 

When from the heart they fell. 
Mournful as the death-knell, 
How in memory they dwell. 
Secured in the heart's cell. 

In plain words 'tis tenderly imprinted. 
In the heart deeply indented, 
And on the brow firmly stamped. 
On the soul steadfastly tramped. 

Mine eyes turned toward ambition's golden mount, 
Hastily I speed onward to the bright fount ; 
In my path my parting tracks plainly spell, 
The solemn words, "Fair Silver Lake, farewell." 

SILVER lake:^ — 

Farewell, oh! beautiful bright Lone Star, 
Thou wilt roam from me far. 
Perhaps in distant lands far away. 
Whilst other beauties around thee play. 

They will cheer and beguile your hours 
Into love's sweet rural bowers. 
And lull your senses into a sweet repose. 
Of the past, pretty, faded rose. 



When wandering through life's forests drear. 
When its dark shadows about thee appear, 
Oh! then trust thy God, he is near. 
And will the cries of his people hear. 



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CRITICISM. 

SCENE I. 

[Writer seated at a table reading. Critic walking back and 
forth on front of the stage addressing the audience.] 
CBiTic: — 

Ah! 'tis a glorious thing for one to be his own king; to be 
able and wise enough to see the sappy, half-witted fallacy of 
others; to be king, lord and master of language, art, profession, 
passion, fancy, love and fashion. Ah! what a pleasure 'tis to be 
able to ride the high-horse over their silly, hair-brained fabrica- 
tions, and look down on these would-be somebodies with con- 
tempt, and scourge their weak-witted quibbles with haughty 
high-flown phrases. Ha! poor ignoramuses, they know not 
what it is to be above toad-leap. They never see to the end of 
their husky noses, for the many pimply obstacles whicu obstruct 
the sight of their common horse-seuse. Some of these poor, 
brainless creatures are silly enough to think themselves poets. 
Poor creatures, they are as fool-minded as the hoarse, croaking 
frogs that make a jinghng rhyme every time they raise their 
heads above water, and swell nigh to bursting tuemselves to 
make bulky sounds. For instance, I will repeat to you a piece 
of poetry 1 read in a newspaper not long since ; perliaps some of 
you are acquainted with this piece of eflusion; no matter, 1 don't 
pretend to know who the author is, and care less. It says some 
boy, but I rather think from the way it reads, 'tis some beardless 
editor, that wants a wife, and palms the advertisement off on a 
boy. Well, here it is, we will see if the most of you don't agree 
mth me in my opinion as to who the author is, when they hear 
it read. He says: — 

"He wants to know, if she can milk, 
And make his bread and butter. 



112 POEMS AND PROSE. 

And go to meeting without her silk, 

To make a show and splutter. 
He Avould like to know if it would hurt 

Her hands, to take up stitches. 
Or sew the buttons on his shirt, 

Or make a pair of breeches." 

Now, that sounds like a boy, don't it ? 'Tis simple enough, 
'tis true, but not put up in the right style. He w^ants to know 
if it would hurt her hands to take up stitches, or if she can milk, 
advertising for a wife. 

A capital idea, indeed. 

By making inquiries if she can milk, 

A practical genius of a rare breed. 

I wonder he don't see poetry in all the trees. 

And make rhymes like the humming bees. 

I imagine, I see him now in poetry chin deep. 

In fancy's cradle by rhymes rocked to sleep. 

[Writer rises up from the table, steps forward, responds to 
Critic in a harsh tone.] 
weiter: — 

Sir, your imagination is indeed vain. 

In playing on topics which would drain 

The last particle of your braggardism wit. 

To produce an article of the same fit. 

critic: — 

To drain the last particle of my wit. 
Indeed to produce an article of equal fit. 
Why drain the Atlantic's fathomless abyss, 
To over-run a marshy stream like this. 

For small streams you know 
Make the large ones flow, 



POEMS AND PEOSE. 113 

And at the rising of the tides, 

With boldness o'er small ripples rides. 

writer: — 

Ah! what, compare your feeble mind, 

To the broad-bosomed Atlantic, 
Whose proud waves swell o'er all mankind ; 

Why, man, your brain must be frantic! 

'Tis true, small streams make large ones flow. 

And if I mistake not, you are but a small stream 
Running a swift channel far below 

Those on whom you prefer to vent your spleen. 

critic: — 

My feeble mind, how dare you speak thus 

Of a superior, who wouldn't stop to fuss 

Over greatness for the sake of a name. 

Nor flatter yourself crowned with fame. 

For I assure you I am a genius and you are none, 

I will test the matter before we are done. 

writer: — 

Ah! my superior, who would doubt the case, 

When 'tis so plainly printed on your face. 

In letters of enormous size, saying, 

Estimated very wise in his own weighing. 

You who would not stoop to fuss over a name. 

No, for in stooping you would hide but your own shame. 

One who boasts over his rank, 

Had better keep near his own bank, 

And you say I need not myself flatter, 

If I did, it would be no matter. 

For empty heads, hke empty gourds, 

For trash and flattery plenty room aflbrds. 



114 POEMS AND PROSE. 

Ha! my, you are a genius, a queer one. 
If I did not know your buzzing hum, 
I would sooner think you a ' ' scare-crow, 
Eloped from some corn row." 
And you say my genius you will test. 
Sir, you are quite welcome to do your best. 

critic: — 

Fie! do my best, with much ease 
I can soon cure you of your poetic disease. 
You'd sooner think me some scare-crow. 
Pray, from what fount did you flow ? 

writer: — 

Ah! talk about curing a disease of which 
You are inflicted to the highest pitch. 
But of a much lower grade than mine. 
For 'tis only silly, brainless rhyme. 

And, sir, if you are very anxious to know 
The fount from which I flow, 
'Tis one for which you long have been striving, 
But never able to reach with all your contriving. 

critic: — 

Why, your words are as the thunders pealing, 
That make wounds, for which there's no healing. 
Now, there's no use for such folly as this, 
'Tis a practice and habit you possess my angry Miss, 

writer: — 

Sir, you are no judge of genius, but small matters, 
Of silly words and ragged tatters ; 
And if my words wound you so deep. 
Out of their reach you had better keep. 



POEMS AND PEOSE. 115 

CEITIC: — 

Ah! there's no use in talking to you, 
For I plainly see nothing will do, 
But I must give in to your selfish will. 
Though wrong, you'll have your way still. 

Yes, for my way is always the right way. 
And there's no sense in anything you say. 
For right is right, and will no one wrong, 
So that is the short of it and long, 

SCENE II. 

[Writer seated at a table reading, rises slowly and walks to 
the front of stage addresses the audience.] 
writer: — 

What a world is this. Never-tiring improvement ceases not 
to roll her great and mighty wheel of reformation through the 
endless ages, refining man, polishing nature, and ultimately 
makes a completion of the great combined works of Deity. See 
here [holding up some books] are samples of intellect. Th& 
intellect of a few great writers of the day, and of some who have 
forever past away. Their physical bodies have long lain 'neath 
the sod, yet their minds of intellect still live in the memory, 
crowned with fresh laurels gathered from bright fame's flowery 
wreath. Their lives were as the wild dashing sea, smoothly 
gliding on through the " sequestered vales" of peace, then again 
beset with the stormy clouds of sorrow. 

And though their lives like autumn storm. 
To us is forever past and gone. 
Yet their foot-prints are distinctly plain, 
On Time's sea-shore, though there long have lain. 
Theirs is an immortal name, written on every passing breeze, 
perfumed by every lovely flower, sung by every sweet songster 



116 POEMS AND PEOSE. 

and hailed with that bright meteor, the glorious king of day, 
shedding his brilliant lustre at the shrine of wisdom. Oh! that 
we might live as — [Enter Critic] 

Ah! a good morning and health to thee, Madam Villittie. I 
am sure you are looking pensive this morning. Prithee, good 
lady, what may be the cause of thy melancholy ; 'tis not some 
sad story you've been reading that has caused this dreadful reverie. 
Ah! 'tis of fallen greatness, I suppose, for here I see [picking up 
a book] some of your favorite authors, some of the greatest pro- 
ductions that have ever been put forth. Ah! perhaps I am 
intruding. [Starts ojQf. Writer turns and speaks.] 

Not at all. Sir Voleka. I had been perusing some of my 
favorite authors, and was in deep meditation, thinking what 
giant minds they must have possessed, and was speaking of their 
greatness as you came in. Please to be seated [hands a chair], 
Sir Voleka, and excuse the reception you met with from your 
friend. 
critic: — ' 

Most assuredly. Madam Villittie, I will excuse you, as you 
were alone meditating this bright beautiful morning, and musing 
over some old works of your favorite authors. Allow me, 
Madam Villittie, to beg your pardon for being before time, as I 
have been very anxious to see you since our conversible inter- 
view on last evening about matters of no small importance. I 
heartily beg your pardon for being so hasty in my remarks, as 
well as in my sarcastic insinuations. 
writer: — 

I grant your pardon with great pleasure. Sir Voleka, and 
hope we shall have a fine time this morning. Here are some 
poetical works on the table [picks up a book] with which I think 
we can amuse ourselves. Here is a "Lover's Poem." What 
do you think, the author of this article confined himself to his 



POEMS AND PEOSE. 117 

room three days and nights to write a verse on that great passion 
called Love. Listen to what he says: — [Reads a verse.] 

Love, 'tis a killing thing, 
It flits from wing to wing ; 
And as sure as I am in my boots. 
It tears oak trees up by the roots. 
CEITIC: — 

Ah! indeed a poet; yes, a Byron, unlike what the world 
ever saw ; without a parallel, none but himself could be his par- 
aHel. 
writek: — 

Here is [turns a leaf] another piece, let me read it to you, and 
hear your opinion of it. 
critic: — 

Well, read it, but if it is like the other, it won't be worth an 
opinion. 
writer: — 

It will be a poor thing, indeed, if it is not worth your opinion. 
critic: — 

What, do you mean to insult me ? 
writer: — ■ 

Not at all. Sir Voleka, if you won't be insulted at the truth. 
critic: — 

At the truth ? I presume you estimate my opinion worth 
nothing, and prove your estimation by saying 'tis the truth. 
writer: — 

Not at all, Sir Voleka, for 'tis plain enough without proof ; 
what the world can see needs no proof. 
critic:— 

Ah! Madam Villittie, I see you love to quarrel, and that is 
what you are after ; but I don't intend qnarrelling with you, for 
I consider it but a Weakness. 



118 poems and prose. 

writer: — 

And we are the weaker vessel, I suppose. Well, I'll read 
the piece, and we'll be in good humor. It is a lady writing, she 

" I went into the garden to get 'taters. 
And walked in my fine gaiters, 
Thinking of nothing but my beau. 
As all foolish girls do, you know. 

" And the first thing I knew, 
I run over a stump and tore my shoe. 
Forgetting as sure as I'm a sinner. 
What I went to get for dinner. 

" For instead of getting 'taters, 
I got a pan of termaters. 
And in a big hurry to get back, 
I spilt 'em all, falling in my track. 
My sweetheart seeing me fall. 
In a sweet undertone did bawl. 

" ' Oh! sweet love did it hurt thee,' 
And picking me up, kissed me, 
Saying, " My sweet turtle-dove, 
'Tis you I dearly love. 

" ' O say you'll be my wife. 
All your long life ; 
For without you I can't be happy, 
For about you my head is most sappy.' 

* ' I looked up in his lovely face. 
And thinking of his lonely case. 
And with a sweet heavenly smile. 
Him kissing me all the while, 



POEMS AND PROSE. 119 

" Answered that dear word, 'Yes, 
If my Dad will buy me a dress. ' 
I'll tell you no more of the rest. 
But you may be sure we were blest." 
critic: — 

Ha! the accident proved quite a lucky thing for her. Well, 
as you have asked my opinion on this piece, I will just say she 
was very lucky in this instance, though sometimes such luck 
proves very unfortunate in the end. It is a fine composition, 
the subject a very delicate one, and was handled finely. She 
certainly must have gone ofi" in a love trance, and visited that 
dreamy land where all the girls go to in our section to make 
forked matches, and prime them with the friction of love, to 
touch off the mighty cannon which slays all the honeyed boys 
that are strung on the knotty string of matrimony. Let me see 
the book. [Takes it, and turns a leaf.] Why, here is some- 
thing [reads], "A Boy's Courtship," listen to what he says, and 
let me have your opinion, as you have had mine for some time. 

writer: — 

You shall have it. Sir Voleka, with pleasure. 

critic: — 

Well, here it is. He says: — 

"I went out a courting one day. 
All very fine and gay ; 
I had to ride but three miles. 
Until I reached her honey smiles ; 
My steed traveled at a pretty rate. 
Soon he landed me at the gate. 

' ' And there sat my darling in full dress, 
I caught her round the neck, to press 
Her ruby lips, so sweet, to mine. 
She gave me a loving sign ; 



120 POEMS AND PROSE. 

I sighed, and leisurely leaned back, 
Our lips going smicky smack. 

"And her papa, just about that time. 

Slowly stepped up from behind. 
Said, ' Wretch, ungrateful daughter. 

Bring your papa some cool water.' 

I tried hard to raise a conversation. 

When the toe of his boot said, ' Emancipation. ' 

" I tried with him the case to reason. 
But the old man said it was out of all season. 
So then what do you reckon I did. 
Why, right over the fence, without a shirt, I slid, 
Falling into a large box of mortar. 
Forgetting the old man's lovely daughter. 

"I piteously cried for some one to help. 

And the first thing I felt. 

Was the old man's leather strap, 

Over my head going spat, spat, 

I scrambling up to the old man said, 
' O, pray, have mercy on this silly head. 



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For if ever I get out of this bad scrape, 
I never will another such a trip make. ' 
He, looking angrily to me, said, 
' No, you can never my daughter wed. 
And the sooner you my premises leave. 
For the less you will have to grieve.' 

" So, raising my hat with a low bow, 
I bid him good morning, as well as I knew how. 
§0 that fatal but lucky blunder. 
Cut my love for girls asunder ; 



POEMS AND PROSE. 121 

And an old bachelor I have lived to be, 
And the faults of boyhood days plamly see." 

How do you like this ? 
writee:— 

Well, I really do admire his civility, as well as the courtesy, 
he showed to the exasperated old man that gave him such a cool 
welcome and hearty good-by. 
critic: — 

It was most too much of a hearty good-bye ; you had better 
said hardy, instead of hearty, it would have . been more appro- 
priate. 
writer: — 

That would only be your opinion of it. 
critic: — 

My opinion I think would be correct. 
writer: — 

Yes, I presume you are very wise in your own estimation ; 
you always think your opinions are correct. 
critic: — 

Well, madam, I allow you the same privilege. 
writer: — 

Only because you can't help yourself. 
critic: — 

If I could, it would be all the same, for if you think nothing 
of yourself, nobody else will. 
writer: — 

'Tis true, but others seldom over-rate your value as you do 
yourself sometimes. 
critic: — 

I think that rather a broad assertion to make to a friend. 
writer: — 

But nevertheless true. 



122 poems and pkose. 

critic: — 

Well, Madam Villittie, I see there's no use in my trying to 
get along with you, for 'tis impossible, unless I agree in every- 
thing you say. 
writer: — 

Sir, if you don't see proper to get along with me, you can 
get along without me. 
critic: — 

You misconstrue everything I say or mean. 
writer: — 

I always mean just what I say, and say just what I mean. 
critic: — 

Yes, but other people, perhaps, are not so charitable as 
yourself; do not as you do every time. 
writer: — 

I never bargained to be responsible for other people's actions, 
and wouldn't have them to do as I do every time, for then I know 
we would always be at variance. 
critic: — 

Well let's not get mad at each other. I thought you said 
this morning we would have a fine time. 
writer: — 

I said, I hoped we would have a fine time, and we will, if 
you'll only be agreeable, for I am sure I am fond of fine times 
and fine things too. 
critic: — 

Well, if you are, let us have another piece on the strength of 
it. [Turns a leaf.] Let me see, I want to find something laugh- 
able this time ; perhaps if I can have you indulge in a hearty 
laugh, then you'll be in a good humor with me and the world 
beside. [Turns another leaf.] Well, here it is, the very piece 
itself. 'Tis the sentiments of a devoted lover to his adored Miss. 
Now hear what he says on the all-inspiring passion called Love* 



POEMS AND PROSE. 123 

I know you will admire bis eloquence. [Eeads aloud,] " Lines 
to Miss Polly Ann Higgins." 

"Oh! my dear sweet Polly Ann, 
When over this world I scan, 
There is none I can find, 
So pretty and kind, 
As my dear sweet Polly Ann, 
In all this sunny land. 

"Though the storms around me roar. 
And thunders sound ten-score. 
Can never drown my love 
For thee, my sweet darhng dove ; 
And o'er the highest mountains I'd jump. 
For thee, my sweet golden lump. 

"And thou art as precious to my eye. 
As the most brilliant dye. 
For thou art a sweet little flower. 
Blooming in my heart's love bower ; 
And oh! thy red rosy lips to meet 
In a love-kiss, 'tis so charming sweet. 

" And when I fold my arms around you, 
I think I have bound you 
Close to the heart you adore. 
And one you love a score. 
Ah! no tongue can ever tell. 
The depth you lie in the heart's deep well." 

CEITIC: — 

Isn't it charming, lovely, and sweet ? 
weiter: — I 

Delightful ; to be sure he has some good ideas, if they were 
well expressed. 



124 poems and peose. 

critic: — 

So he has ; but not expressing them right is the great mis- 
take of a good many others. A good idea well expressed is a 
beautiful thing, and seldom found ; but like the precious pearls 
of the deep, if too plentiful, they become common and cease to 
be prized. 
writer: — 

Ha! your philosophy finely coincides with that of a lady 
who went into a dry goods house to purchase a fashionable dress. 
When the merchant threw her down one, she exclaimed, "Ah! 
that's too common, everybody's got a dress like that. I want 
something new and odd. " Now, you see, she wanted to be fash- 
ionable, yet she wanted something like nobody else. 
critic: — 

It does not require unison and uniformity to be fashionable. 
You may see a great many ladies and gentlemen dressed fashion- 
able, yet not alike, something little different. 
writer: — 

I think we have rather a mixed metaphor, fashion and value. 
Anything may be common and fashionable, yet valueless. If 
the golden pearls of the mighty deep, like the numerous leaves 
of the wild old forest, were scattered all over this wide globe, 
they would yet be valuable. 
critic: — 

Well, that let's me out. 

scene III. 

[Writer seated at a table writing, when Critic enters, and 
speaks:] 

A good evening to the Madam Villittie. I have more to 
inquire about. I find here [picks up a book from the table] in 
these works on the table many unmarked quotations. Why is 
this ? It surely was not the intention of the author to steal from 
other writers, and it could not be done through ignorance ; and 



POEMS AND PROSE. 125 

now I should like very much to know somethmg aliout this 

matter. 

writer: — 

Sir Voleka, I fear you have called on a veiy weak intelli- 
gencer for the desired information. Had I your pretended abil- 
ity I should have called on a better commentator than myself. 
critic: — 

Madame Villittie, you don't seem to have an exalted opinion 
of yourself. 
w^riter: — 

Not at all, Sir Voleka, my opinions never run ahead of my 
better judgment. 
critic: — 

Well, that's very good. Madam Villittie. You always seem 
to be very considerate in your decision. 
w^riter: — 

Sir, I think we should always be judicious in placing an esti- 
mate on the value of other writers' productions, for, if like our- 
selves, they are not perfection. 
critic: — 

That's so. Madam Villittie, not perfection. That word per- 
fection is a rare blossom, and seldom blooms this side of heaven. 
writer: — 

Well, to proceed, what information is wanted. 
critic: — 

I want to know why it is that I see in the works of two or 
three different authors the same phrases used, and no marked 
quotations. I always thought when I used the words of another, 
it was right to show where I got them. I had as soon be caught 
stealing a sheep as stealing a piece of poetry. 
writer: — 

Yes, for theft can't be anything else than theft, clothe it as 
you will ; but I don't suppose they meant to steal it, but their 
ideas being nearly the same, expressed them alike. For instance, 



126 POEMS AND PROSE. 

you and I might, whilst viewing the last amber rays of the sink- 
ing sun, write a piece of poetry entitled, ' ' The Golden Sunset. " 
Now, who would have to use it as a quotation'^ You would 
claim it as your original thought or idea, and I would think it 
my own, and rightfully it would belong to us both. 
critic: — 

Madam Vilhttie, your discrimination is clearly drawn from 
the fountain-head of perfection, for I see clearly, since you have 
so finely and discreetly illustrated it, that every word we speak 
might be termed a quotation, if quoted, because it had been used 
by another, for there is not a word in the English language but 
what has been used long before our day. Madam Villittie I am 
under many obligations to you for this explanation, and feel 
happily gratified at your beneficent disposition toward the feel- 
ings of others. 
writer:— 

Sir Voleka you are quite welcome to all the good I have done 
you. 
critic: — 

Madam Villittie, I do indeed feel amply compensated for my 
evening's call, and assure you the treasures you have disclosed 
to me this evening will be carefully stored away among the many 
valuables of my heart. 
writer: — 

Sir Voleka, I fear you are a soft-soaper. Think not I am a 
mystified dupe to be caught in your box-trap flattery. 
critic: — 

Madam Villittie, I am indeed sorry that you have such an 
opinion of a friend who would sacrifice every pleasure for your 
comfort and happinesss. 
writer: — 

Yes, you would sacrifice pleasure in one way, I have no 
doubt, and that would be the pleasure the wolf would have in 
order to catch the lamb. 



poems and prose. 127 

critic: — 

Ah! Madam Villittie, think me not deceitful. I avow you are 
from the very door of perfection, and have passed through the 
flowery garden of scholarship and reaped an adequate store of 
knowledge. 
writer: — 

Now begin with your insipid routine of preposterous blan 
diloquence to curry favor with my good opinion. 
critic: — 

With your good opinion, Madam Villittie; yes, your good 
opinion; you have no good opinion of me, I am sure. You 
would be angry with me no matter what I would say or do. 
writer: — 

Yes, because you are always saying or doing something you 
ought not. 
critic: — 

Well, what must I say ? Tell me something to say that you 
wont get mad at. 
writer: — 

You had better say nothing at all than to say what you do 
sometimes, as it would be much pleasanter to us both, I assure 
you, for there is not anything I hate worse than silly cajolery. 
You couldn't insult my dignity sooner. 
critic: — 

Your dignity, to be sure ; your dignity is easily insulted. 
I fear you'd most dance a tune set to music by an innocent flea, 
who only meant to draw a little sweet essence from thy enchant- 
ing form. 
writer: — 

I don't know whose dignity wouldn't be insulted by such a 
brainless creature as you are. Your brazen looks are sufficient 
to insult the dignity of an honest dog. 



128 POEMS AND PROSE. 

CEITIC: — 

Well, Madam Villittie, I can say one thing whicli I think 
would become you very much, and that is for you not to be so 
petulant about small matters ; you are so waspish, an angel 
couldn't get along with you. 
writee: — 

Not such an angel as you are. 
critic: — 

Now, come out of all this, and we can get along perhaps at a 
distance that we can't scarcely hear each other at the highest key. 
writer: — 

Sir Voleka, your taste and mine widely differ. What you 
think would become me, other people would abhor. Do you 
suppose for a moment, if I am the weaker vessel, that I would 
like a ninny-hammer gulp down your silly flattery, and fatten on 
it like a pig on potatoes ; and. Sir Voleka, you have but a weak 
idea of small matters, if you call the insignificant prattle you 
have been using at my expense, a small matter; and you say I 
am so waspish, you may thank your stars that I am not a wasp, 
if I were, I would soon sting you out of your vegetable king- 
dom. 
critic: — 

Yes, that you would do, I admit, and believing you are one, 
I shall soon leave this unwholesome abode of one of the most 
petulant beings on earth, who stoops to low things, undermining 
reason, ruining herself in all her blooming youth, stinging her- 
self to the heart's core, causing her to flee to the desert land of 
nothingness. So now I will be — be — [starts off and looks back] 
I fear you will follow me. [Writer runs after him with a broom- 
stick, and speaks as he goes out:] 

Go, you white- washer, toad-eater, touter-spaniel, claw-back, 
flunkey, lick-spittle, pick-thank, ear-wig, doer of dirty work, 



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POEMS AND PE06E. 129 

ACROSTICS. 

D ay-dreams of happiness and golden sunshine, 
E ver on the fleeting wings of endless time, 
L ay their ample robes so beautifully fair, 
I n lovely garlands so rich and rare, 
L earning us in silence life's ills to bear, 
A s gently falls the silvery frosts of age, 
H arbingers of peace to the time-worn sage. 

A s the hfe-boat quietly and smoothly glides, 
N ewly borne o'er life's sea by the heaving tides, 
N ow safely anchored on the further shore. 

M elodies soft and low greet thee evermore, 

E nter in with the loved ones of yore, 

L eave behind earthly cares, for they come no more, 

T o trouble our hearts nor tear-stain our brow, 

nee safely landed over the river, I trow 
N o evil tidings can ever come to us now. 

H ark! hear your mother's gentle voice, 
E ver in her tender love gladly rejoice, 
L isten to her softest tones sweetly spoken, 
E nliven her dull hours by some kind token, 
N ever let your afiection for her be broken. 

1 n your bright dajs of happy sunshine, 

D eny thyself idle pleasures in saving thy time, 

A cquiring the precious pearls from wisdom's mine. 



130 POEMS AND PROSE. 

M ay you always through Hfe ever remember, 
A ffectioii for thy mother, respectful and tender,. 
G oes with God's blessings promised to you, 
G iven as a moral obligation for every one to do, 
I n life's ever-fluctuating scenes continually rising.:, 
E mbalms our happy days, quells our surmisings. 

A dmire not fools, because of their fine dress, 
D evoid of principle, they try to impress 
E rror in the minds of the unsuspecting youth. 
L isten not to their fabrications of untruth, 
L est they in an unguarded moment of time, 
E nter in and sow the seeds of crime. 

M any false glories shed their lambent light, 
E ver in the pathway of childhood so bright, 
L eave not the beaten paths thy friends have trod,, 
T urn not to either side but onward plod, 

nly take the old land-mark for your guide, 

N icely o'er life's surging sea you will safely ride. 

L oiter not in the dark patlis of sin, 

1 n haste flee from its strong power, 

Z ealous of the good from others you may win. 
Z ephyrs of love, must like a sweet flower, 
I n your life shed aflection's sweet perfume, 
E ver at eventide's hour will your path illume.. 

E ver remember that life's shadows fall, 
L ate in the afternoon of years ; 
L et precious truth like a strong wall, 
A round yoii guard your fears. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 131 

S teep, steep, higher, higher, 

Alas! alas! hopes have fled, 

L ike snow before the fire, 

L eaving both disaster and dread, 

I n loneliness ever to retire, 

E vermore to slumber with the dead. 

M any bright and happy hopes lie before thee, 
A childhood's joys are passing o'er thee, 
U nfolding the sweet pleasures of youthful life, 
D riving away dull care and bitter strife. 

J oin the cold water army now, 

E ver to its clear crystal shrine bow, 

S ee our sails are hoisted and flying, 

S oon our bark safely in harbor will be lying, 

I nscribed on our banner, "Never Falter," 

E ver, ever drink, clear sparkling water. 

H owbeit, ^^pare no pains in search of, truth, 
U nless you store the mind well in youth. 
T ake care that the seeds of folly and sin, 
T arnish not th}^ pure youthful soul within. 
O ft you may have in life's declining years, 
N eglect of duty meet you in blinding tears. 

K ind deeds, kind words, can never die, 
E ven though in tlie humblest walks they lie, 
L ike the shining stars in the heavens l^right, 
L ight up the mid-darkness of the night. 
E ver cheer the dreary path-way of life, 
Y ears of pleasure but days of strife. 



132 POEMS AND PROSE. 

H eaven's glories beam fair and bright, 
A fter the gloomy darkness of dreary night 
K ustles away on her airy wings of light. 

V isions fair are seen most everywhere, 

E ver changing their forms so beautifully fair, 

Y ielding up their beauties so rich and rare. 

F leeting, childish joys, 

E apidly on Time's speeding wings, 

A Iways sweetest pleasure brings. 

N ature, when her juvenile glee sings, 

C heerily with wee girls and boys, 

I n their happiest songs of love, 

S bedding sunlight from above. 



L et thy days of happy, innocent youth, 

U nder the impression of beautiful truth, 

L end to your charms an air of grace, 

U nlike other treasures, with smiles wreathe tliy face. 

J ustify no evil-doer, 

n his shrewd acts ; 

H owever, he be a wooer, 
N ote only true facts. 

C ould you look o'er life's troubled sea, 
H ow the surging billows rise in majesty, 

1 n swelling waves of ever changing light, . 
L istless on the shores of eternal night. 

D ays of innocence well spent in youth, 
E ver like the bright gems of truth, 
W ill the sorrows of life gently soothe. 



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M y love for thee is pure, 

A nd ask yours to make it secure ; 

E adiant stars around thee shine, 

y ou are an angel bewitching my mind. 

J ocund thy voice be on the breeze, 

U nmolested thy peace and happiness be, 

L ike gypsies before thee, lovers are on their knees, 

I n constant fear they give you their pleas, 

A 11 their pleadings are alas! but vain. 

N ear the crystal stream of life, 

E ver through dangers dark and rife, 

L isten to the fairy boatman's oar, 

L end an ear to the music on the shore, 

I n life's pilgrimage sorrowing here, 

E ver look to our God, for he is near. 

M ay you gently and serenely glide, 

'er Kfe's sea dark and wide, 

L anding safely on the evergreen shore, 

L istening to the beautiful songs of the evermore; 

1 n shining robes of purest white, 
E ver be an ano;el of eternal lio^ht. 



M orning star, 'tis thee, 
A 11 hail! thou queen of stars. 
"R oil on thou deep blue sea," 
'T is the pride of shining stars ; 
H ow welcome a guide for the free, 
A 11 hail thee, thou queen of stars. 



134: POEMS AND PROSE. 

J oy and gladness will with life's pleasures, 
E ver be cherished as our richest treasures ; 
S o let us, whilst life's weary road we travel, 
S oothe its sorrows, its troubles unravel, 
I n the happy thoughts of childish glee, 
E ver live in the sunshine of life so free. 



J udge ye not the person by their dress, 

E steem them for the noble qualities they possess, 

N ever the gee-gaws of a cox-comb admire, 

N ever his fair-spoken blandiloquence desire ; 

I n self-respect civil gentility always demand, 

E nhance thy charms only by virtue's command. 

M orning star of the day, 

I hail thee, thou art man's guide. 

L eave me not without one ray, 

D ecuple brighter than great Jupiter's pride, « 

R eceive me into thy orbit ray, 

E re life's tide wafts me o'er death's dark sea, 

D eath is no terror in the siffht of thee. 




SENIOR DEPARTMENT. 



DEPARTED FEIENDS. 



Oft do I think of dear departed friends, 

"When I hear the low murmuring winds 

That in sweet melody around me are sighing, 

And the moaning of withered leaves underneath them lying, 

Sounding their last requiem in a mournful strain, 

Teaching us that all idle pleasures are vain. 

And oft doth my mind wander back to memory dear. 

When many dangers in life's merry morn we had to fear. 

But onward, onward, we are speeding through life. 

And may expect to meet with care and strife; 

Let us be content with our humble station. 

And seek a place above where there is no temptation. 

The boundless ocean, her gigantic waves roll 
In deep majesty o\ev many a precious soul. 
Whose lives were spent toiling a fortune to save. 
But alas! in their striving they found a watery grave, 
Where music is made by the shrieking winds, 
A mournful dirge to their distressed friends. 



136 POEMS AND PROeE. 

But from this vale of tears they have passed away, 

To brighter realms where reigns endless day; 

And their untimely fate let us not deplore, 

For our grief can never their lives restore, 

But in adversity let us be resigned to our Master's willy 

And all his commandments try to fulfill. 



MAN. 



Man is but a shadow, a bright vision, 
Kiding on the stormy wings of time. 

To the land of chaos, or the fair elysian, 
Where the many sweet anthems chime. 

Man is but a taper, a florid light, 
Ghstening on Time's golden page, 

Shining but a moment, vanishing out of sighty 
To the antiquated palace of hoary age. 

Man is but a spark, a glaring flame, 
Blazing on Time's shadowy landscape. 

Fades away, and nought but the name. 
Survives the final escape. 

Man is but a phantom, a frightful ghost. 
Walking o'er Time's ruthless sword, 

To be cut down like the multitudinous host, . 
Which to other climes have forever soared.. 

Man is but a vapor, an imaginary dream. 
Floating swiftly on Time's endless wings. 

Swallowed up in Death's cyclopean stream, 
Lamenting in woe, or in happiness sings. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 137 

THE VALEDICTORY. 

Adieu to the Sunny South, our loved home, 
"The land of the noble and free;" 

Our fondest farewell we breathe to thee. 
May kind heaven bless thee, though far away we roam- 
Yes, far, far away we soon will be borne. 
On the great waters of the deep. 
And by muttering winds be lulled to sleep. 
To dream of loved ones from whom we are rudely torn. 

Yes, ruthlessly torn from home and friends, 
To sojourn in a land far away, 
'Mid strangers, none to welcome our stay. 

Save the warbling songster and soft-sighing winds, 

Which seems to breathe into our benighted souls. 

Something sacred and sweet. 

To cheer us, whilst on the retreat. 
Inspiring a hope within our mind consoles. 

And now to our friends we bid a kind farewell, 

May they our sorrows never know, 

But the mercies of a kind providence on them bestow 
The richest blessings, and their fears for our safety quelL 



EACE OF MAN. 



The races of men, wonderfully have been 
Spread all o'er this globe, in varieties of robe, 
From the north polar star, to sunny regions far, 
From the old eastern land, to the gold western strand. 



138 POEMS AND PROSE. 

From the sunny fountains, to the snowy mountams, 
From the genial breezes, to the cold icy freezes, 
The races of men, wonderfully have been, 
Scattered far and near, through forests wild and drear. 

The races of men, wonderfully have been 
Many colors made, both white, black, and a lighter shade. 
Through woods wild they roam, seeking some new home, 
Where in woodland bowers, grow the fairest flowers. 

The races of men, wonderfully have been 
Made in many kinds, and divided in many minds. 
Some have been made, through sorrow's vale to wade, 
Whilst others in elysian bowers, spend many happy hours. 

Some to dream of fountains bright, and sparkling gems of light, 
With the brilliant gems of morn, their bosoms to adorn. 
Some made to dream, of bright golden stream, 
'^' Where 'mid its cool waters lave," many sons of the brave. 



THE SOUL A MIRROE. 

The soul 's a mirror of beauty refined, 

It speaks, it lives within the mind. 

And is the vital spark of human life. 

Without it there would be neither joy nor strife. 

But human existence would prove an empty space, 

Filled with animals of quite a different race. 

Yes, the soul 's a mirror of beauty divine. 
In it all the beauties of nature combine. 
From the most exalted to the humblest door, 
Among the proud, the rich, and poor, 
Are alike possessed of the same great prize, 
It dwells with the ignorant as well as the wise. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 13^ 

'The soul 's a mirror of beauty that shines 
Within man, and around him entwines 
True friendship, imprinted in letters of gold, 
On the face of the enlightened soul, 
Which will ne'er be erased by Time's fingers. 
But in eternity their lines still brighter lingers. 

The soul 's a mirror, reflecting in every age. 
The noble thoughts of Deity on Life's golden page. 
Engraven by the great Author of all divine, 
Th6 generous impulse within the opening mind. 
Born to live in eternity's heavenly bliss, 
•Or in regions of woe, the fathomless abyss. 



FUTURE. 

We anxiously await the future, to bring 

Some sweet tidings of joy; 
It hastily comes, but no tidings bring. 

Only the death trumpet proclaims man to destroy. 

Oh! the cheering hope of the future,. 
How pleasant the scenes of the morrow; 

Still hoping, the present we nurture. 
From the past we cannot borrow. 

We live in hope of future life, 

To be a pleasant road to travel; 
But alas! when it comes 'tis all strife. 

For time will all things unravel. 

Time is as the life of man. 

That flourisheth and fadeth evermore; 
'Tis all, all governed by one mighty hand, 

It is that Father who rules now and evermore. 



149 POEMS AND PEOSE. 

THE FARMER. 

The farmer in his merry song, 
With his whip in hand, trudges along, 
As if his life was an anthem of joy, 
Doth his hands and mind employ. 

He labors his wealth to promote. 

Either whistling a tune or humming a note; 

He asks not fame nor wealth. 

His hard labor is only good for health. 

He loves work, for 'tis happy employment. 
To have plenty of funds for future enjoyment. 
In the day he labors, at night he rests 
In calm repose, not haunted by midnight pests. 

In spring he rejoices to see. 
The storms over and leaves on the tree. 
'Then with a merry voice he sings, 
"It is planting time," and the grain he flings. 

In the morning he rises with the lark. 
And off to his work as quick as a spark; 
" This day," with a jolly voice he cries, 
" Shall count one," then to his labor he flies. 

And in summer, when tilling is o'er, 
His grain to reap, his fruit to store, 
He reaps with a machine of superior kind. 
That gathers it up in sheaves to bind. 

In autumn he gathers fi'uit of various kindSy 
For he knows how himself best to suit. 
Nevertheless puzzling his mind. 
Over a mass of grapes for a barrel of wine. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 14:1 

"When winter comes, with his forage in the barn, 
More employment yet, but not on the farm; 
It is the care of the farm stock and his steed, 
That is so faithful and indispensable in need. 

The farmer's life is a world of joy. 
He doth his body and mind employ. 
In preparing for future happiness. 
Who never knows scant want's distress. 

With the farmer, peace and contentment dwell. 
He has no rugged waves of trouble to quell, 
No thirst of ambitious power to haunt his mind. 
Of all others he is the happiest of mankind. 



LIFE 



What is life? 
'Tis but a fitful dream 
Of fancy, that teem 

With dangers rife. 

The many sports 
In life that allures us on. 
Are no sooner realized than gone, 

To other courts. 

What is life ? 
'Tis a scene of joy and woes. 
Continually rising as our foes. 

To terminate strife. 

To live aright, 
O let us strive with unceasing care. 
So that we may join worlds more fair, 

Filled with delight. 



142 POEMS AND PROSE. 



With supreme joy, 
We may live with our Maker there, 
Where reigneth neither sorrow nor care,, 

Only blissful joy. 



WOMAN'S EIGHTS. 

Woman's rights, they say, are in the hou^e, 

Around the fireside snugly sitting. 
But who are they ? the men of course, 

Who spend their time in chewing and spitting. 

Woman's rights, ah! dear me, what a tale 
To go forth, that a woman has any rights. 

Save to milk the cow, and clean the pail, 
Sweep the floors, and make the lights. 

Woman's rights, what are they, pray do tell ? 

Is it not to wash, to cook, and to brush. 
To baste, to seam, to stitch, and to fell, 

As well as the baby's cries to hush? 

Woman's rights, they say, what does it mean ? 

Can it be a higher or a nobler life. 
Where earth's pleasures will more surely beam, 

Than to be called a man's dear darling wife ? 

Woman's rights, to be sure, have they none ? 

O, yes, the world over will agree, 
That woman over man the greatest victory won. 

When she induced him to eat of the forbidden tree. 

Woman's rights, we must surely confess. 
Begin to assume matters of great import. 



POEMS AND PROSE. 143^ 

Grant her rights and her wrongs redress, 

Then she will anchor safely in her peerless port. 

Woman's rights, and why not adjust their claim. 
Since God in his wisdom made them free ? 

Should man in his weakness boast in vain. 
His authority to rule or her superior be ? 

Woman's rights you may laugh to scorn, 

Yet in your proud vauntings can never 
Quell the untiring spirit which in woman is born, 

To shine as the stars in heaven forever. 

Woman's rights, no doubt, seems to vex 
The princely lords and ladies of our land. 

Who in their highness try to stigmatize our sex, 
And our cries for liberty with shame to brand. 

Woman's rights, perhaps the favored few. 

Who with life's rarest luxuries abound, 
Do not so keenly feel need like I and you. 

Who have not the necessaries of life found. 

Woman's rights, I dare say, ere long, - 

Will be recognized throughout the land, 
As an unfettered sceptre of right and not wrong. 

When honest labor will respect command. 

Woman's rights, now the query is, what are they ? 

Is it not to think and act for herself alone. 
As she is responsible, not others, for the way 

She lives a life of her own. 

Woman's rights, why not claim their due. 

As the world's renown on them depend ? 
Are not their acts among the noble and true. 

As through the rugged ways of life they wend ? 



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Woman's rights, why not merit the same 
As lordly man, who in his mind, 

Kegards himself the world's rock and brain, 
The woman the clay and the sand. 



BE MINDFUL OF DEATH. 

Oh! let us ever be mindful of death, 

For he lurks in every flower. 

Bending them to his power. 
Withering all nature in his burning breath, 

He steals with a noiseless tread 'mid the throng, 

Culling the fairest flowers. 

From our earthly bowers, 
To shrink within in his iron grasp so strong. 

Oh! Death, what a cruel monster thou art. 
Robbing us of our friends so dear. 
Blinding our eyes with many a tear. 

Piercing our happiness with thy keen darts. 



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THE REBEL. 

The rebel, far from the land of his nativity. 
To the sunny shores of the South has fled. 

There to earn his living by hard activity, 
And the wayfarer's path to tread. 

Robbed of home, friends, and all that is dear, 
He seeks a land, wild, trackless, and unknown; 

Breathes a long farewell, and drops a tear. 
For the land of his birth and loved home. 



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Away, far away, in distant lands he roams, 

Wearied of the joys transient as the dew. 
Which so soon vanishes from Ufe's morn. 

And forever fades from his view. 
And oh! how oft he casts a long lingering look, 

Back on memory's antique page, 
When in youthful life, perhaps by some little nook, 

Was planning an honorable old age. 

But alas! little did he then dream of the woe, 

That should so soon betide him. 
And his loved countrymen become his foe, 

And with cold satire deride him. 
Though from home and friends far away. 

His memory will ever be green 
In the hearts of those who can never repay, 

The debt of love, though ever so keen. 
Yes, long will he live green in fond remembrance. 

For his image is engraven on the hearts 
Of the friends, that bear a kindly resemblance 

To the fair flower whose fragrance a balm imparts. 
And now a kind farewell to the poor exile, 

]\Iay some new resplendent glory 
Crown his life, and though he be ten thous;uiil miles. 

May he return to tell the story. 



THE PRISONEE. 

Here in dungeon bars I lay, 
To pine my life out in grief, 

O hearken, master, to what I say. 

Give an attentive ear, a word of relief. 

1:) 



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My sufferings are but pangs of woe. 

Which are a kindhng flame, 
To lay destruction on my foe, 

Who is only grasping for fame. 

Oh! ye villainous blood-hound seekers, 

Who delight in cruel deeds of shame, 
To glut your stomachs, your money leekers, 

To bear among your friends a great name. 

Ye heedless wretches, for a season of pleasure, 

You would drag down to an early grave, 
A widow's son, her only heart's treasure. 

So that you could ride high on honor's wave. 

Oh! ye head-long blood-hound villains, 

You will never know till it is too late, 
When to cease your infamous killing. 

For soon you may share your victim's fate. 

Thy country lies in disgrace and shame. 

Through thy insatiate thirst of blood. 
You have shattered the main-mast of your country for namcy 

And marked with blood the rank you stood. 



THE SOUND OF BATTLE. 



Echoes in forest, opens in plain. 
Never cease the cars to rattle 
'Round the banners of the slain. 
Young heroes there sleep ever to remain. 



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The silent slumber, the long sweet sleep, 
From which none ever wake to weep. 

Sleep on, ye honored sons of the brave. 
May naught ever disturb thy quiet graves, 
But sweet flowers of kind friends o'er thee wave 



FORSAKEN. 



Ah! the thunders are loudly pealing. 
Though their anger I heed not. 

But steady I gaze upon the ceiling. 
Quiet with my present lot. 

She has forsaken, ah! deserted me, 
Ambition, pride, and fearless heart, 

Will ever steadily brace me, 
Even if my path be dark. 

'Tis a pity, yet 'tis true. 

My heart's affection did melt. 

When first I loved you. 

And in your presence dwelt. 

Oh! ye gods of the earth, 
Where is my resting place 'i 

Is there no joyful mirth. 
To change this sullied face ? 

Yes, there is glory, honor, and fame, 
Lying in heaps as it were gold; 

'Tis my great and glorious name. 
Its elastic quality will never mold. 



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It is honor, 'tis priceless fame, 
That we try to win, 

And for some great name, 
Go to the world's end. 



TO J. P. P. 

Whilst gliding o'er the tempestuous sea of hfe, 

And though its broad bosom swells with strife. 

And the fiery billows of sorrow roll. 

Thou wilt ever be the life and guiding star of my soul. 

Yea, thine image is engraven on my heart. 

Never to be obliterated though soon we may part. 



CITY LIFE. 

What a humdrum this city life, 

Of joy and strife. 

This one to meet, that one to meet. 

This face sour, that one sweet, 

Oh! what a commotion on the street; 

People of all classes there we find. 

Seeking employment of some kind; 

Either in labor or luxury to engage. 

As Time ceases not his warfare to wage. 

With an eye of suspicion, one looks at another. 
As they step nearer, or from thee further. 
In their estimation your value is fixed. 
Though far from genuine, and sadly mixed 
With error and blackened crime, 
If but in the robes of silk you shine. 



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The monster of deformities are hid 
Underneath empty appearance's coffin lid. 

Know ye not, oh! vain egotistical passer-by, 
That beneath the waters of the ocean lie 
Hidden the most precious pearls of the deep. 
Under its turbid waters they silently sleep ? 
Then how judge you, by empty outward show. 
What a man or woman can or may know. 
Remember, that the chaff floats on the wave. 
While the diamond makes the ocean bed its grave. 
That appearance always gives away a fool or knave. 



TRIED FRIENDS. 

Tried friends, they hold a sacred place. 

That we kindly and fondly embrace. 

In the secret chambers of our heart, 

That will never be erased though soon we part. 

But transient friends, like dew on the grass. 
Ere the mid-day of Kfe from the mind will pass. 
Nor leave on our hearts a foot-print behind, 
Not effaced fi-om memory's mind. 



TELL ME NOT LIFE IS A DREAM. 

Tell me not that life is but an empty dream, 

Filled with things that are not what they seem, 

For as we gently glide down her silvery stream. 

Behold her crystal waters how like diamonds gleam. 

And the shadowy clouds lightly floating o'er us. 

Are but passing shades to brighten the sunshine before us. 



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And though our bark may be tempest-tossed to and fro, 
O'er life's surging billows both high and low, 
Let us not in despair, give o'er to grief and care, 
For after every storm, there's a calm to kindly share, 
Like the "balm of Gilead," heal the time-worn scar, 
Made by sin on the soul its beauty to mar. 
No grief so great, but what a solace we may find. 
If well humbly bow to the Savior of mankind. 

Oh! tell me not that our life is but a dream. 
That our world with millions of people teem, 
For no grand purpose in vast eternity to fill. 
Think ye, the one who bid the waters be still. 
Who neither sought home nor dwelling-place here, 
Would charge his followers be faithful, to never fear, 
In a work which would perchance prove idle fiction. 
And had he not known the obduracy of men's conviction, 
Would have made the turbid waters of life smoother run. 
Until in eternity's vast ocean their work was done. 



DUTY. 



Oh! when from the path of duty. 

We wander away. 
And mar the soul of life and beauty, 

By sin and decay; 
Could we but lift the veil of future years, 

And there behold 
The many burdened sighs and bitter tears, 

By truth told, 
And how we are laying them by in future store, 
Day by day adding to them more and more, 



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Seeing no good in others to admire, 

But gratifying our own selfish desire. ' 

Methinks if our every act would more careful be, 

More thought require 
To guide the tongue that often runs too free, 

And like a fire 
Consumes the good, which with care it might have done, 

Had it been 
By a wise counselor advised and properly run, 
"Thus the grand achievement of life would be won. 

But human will. 
Thou selfish monster which no good craves. 
And only for self, will buifet life's stormy waves, 
Know thou wilt be on her rippling, flowing stream. 
Only a bursting bubble, a passing dream. 



TELL ME WITH WHOM THOU GOEST." 



"Tell me wdth whom thou goesty 
And I will tell thee what thou doest," 
Is a gem that is old. 
But true as gold. 
For men of like minds, seek their own kind, 
And if we will but open our eyes 
To see, and ears to hear the cries 
Of "Dame Nature's" voice. 
We'll soon rejoice in her choice. 
For on wisdom's plan, 
She teaches every man. 
The only true wa}^ of life to live. 



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Tell me with whom thou goest, 



And I will tell thee what thou doest," 
As kindred association 
Produce kindred approximation. 
For a man of good deeds, sows good seedsy 
And through life will shun, 
The company of an evil one; 
For nature in harmony must dwell. 
If she would her grand work do well. 
And thou, O man. 
Art on nature's plan, 
Whilst you dwell here, on earthly sphere. 



THE FIEST SORROW. 

Oh! my soul, cans't thou e'er forget 
The first great sorrow thou hast met. 
When the stars seemed in silence to fall. 
And midnight darkness reigned o'er us all ? 
Nay ! I can ne'er forget when the angel of death 
First in my happy home blew his icy breath ; 
And to the Father how earnestly I prayed 
That his cruel hand might be stayed — 
That He would a mother's only child spare, 
That we might her company longer share. 

But, fond heart, thy pleadings were vain. 
■'Don't grieve ; you can come to her again," 
Was the response to thy call, from Heaven. 
Sweet were those words in consolation given. 
Blessed thoughts, precious to my soul. 
Is the promise of meeting in the fold 



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Of Christ's kingdom our loved ones, 

Where peace, like a river, through eternity runs. 

Where no stifling sob, nor rising sigh 
E'er pains the heart or tear stains the eye ; 
No sad farewells spoken, nor parting kiss. 
E'er comes to that beatiful land of bliss. 

Then oh ! my soul, a little longer wait. 
And soon thou canst, at the " golden gate," 
Meet your darlings that have gone before, 
Where ,the music of their voices will nevermore 
Their cadences sweet float away 'mid the air. 
But linger sweetly on the ear forever there. 



DOUBTING FEAR. 



Happy is the soul that has no doubting fear. 

No broken sighs, nor bitter tear. 

No anxious thought for the morrow. 

No dread of life's great sorrow, 

But with the assurance of the Master's will. 

Can rely on his precious promises to fulfill. 

Happy is the soul that has no doubting fear, 
That can in smiling nature his Master's voice hear, 
Whose sky is clear, with no shadows drear, 
To darken life's pathway while journeying here; 
Who 'mid sunsliine and storm alike rejoice. 
For in them can recognize the Master's voice. 

Happy is the soul that has no doubting fear. 
No pangs of remorse, nor taunting jeer, 
To pierce the heart with its cruel tear. 



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But in all nature's echoes wild can hear 

Music in the rustling leaves and rippling stream, 

Which makes the melody of life a happy dream. 

Happy is the soul that has no doubting fear, 
But in life's pathway will join in the cheer 
Which Nature kindly offers her children here. 
The budding flower, the yellow leaf sear, 
Teach us that blooming youth and golden years 
Will alike be refreshed by heaven's crystal tears. 



THE LOST flowers: 

Predicated to the memory of Lura and Jennie Perkins. Lura 
Perkins departed this life June 11, 1869, aged 18 months 
and 20 days. Jennie Perkins departed this life October 30, 
1883, aged 12 years, 3 months, and 22 days.] 

Ever in life we are amidst death. 
No flower escapes his icy breath. 
Though we live, yet we must die ; ^ 

Though we smile, yet we must sigh. 
All earthly pleasures have their pain. 
Clouds and sunshine will come again. 
He that gives can take away — 
When He commands we must obey. 

And out of seven precious flowers 
He gave me to adorn earthly bowers. 
Two are transplanted to a fairer soil, 
Where they bloom without blight or spoil. 
And though others my lonely hours cheer, 
Yet my angel darlings are ever near. 
Whispering, ' ' We are waiting, mother dear, 
To meet you, drop not that tear. " 



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TEMPEKANCE CAUSE. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have assembled here — 
I hope not only to meet an expected compeer, 
But something in behalf of our temperance cause, 
Whether or not it meets with everybody's applause. 
Let us not ourselves mockingly deceive. 
Stand idly by to criticise what we believe. 
To be our friends' failure and weakness. 
But in a noble quiet spirit of meekness 
Pass their imperfections silently by — 
Not with a frown or a face awry. 

People expect a great deal more from others. 
Especially from strangers and their mothers, 
When they themselves could do no better. 
Neither in plain words nor in letter ; 
And as I have been solicited to write 
Something for your entertainment to-night, 
I thought perhaps I could only try. 
And if my essay was simple and dry 
You might properly consider the source 
And you would not be disappointed, of course. 

Think not strange if I should fail, 
And with cowardly fear turn very pale, 
When I attempt to very plainly speak 
Of our temperance efforts here so weak. 
As you all are ere this time fully aware ' 
That our frail efforts doth surely declare 
The interest we take in this affair. 
For we ought no reasonable pains spare 
To make our Social lively and pleasant 
And instructive to all our friends present. 



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Kemember, the span of life seems scarce begun 

Wben lo ! we see its setting sun. 

Then let us do all the good, while we can, 

For our friends and fellow-man. 

Oh ! then let us all be up and doing. 

With gentle actions and kind words wooing. 

Save the erring youths of our land 

Through the hallowed influence of our temperance band ; 

Let not one for another stand and wait. 

But join in the army, soon and late 

Let us in earnest battle for the right. 

Whate'er we do let it be with all our might. 

For there is none of you so weak and blind 

But what have your influences of some kind. 

Either for good morals or evil ones 

That will either raise or lower men's daughters and sons. 

Oh ! then let us strive with unceasing care, 

And never by example the footsteps of youth ensnare. 

But ever look forward to the good we may do 

If we prove faithful workers tried and true. 

Let not false pride and vain glory 

Hinder you from telling life's true story. 

Tell it in your own simple way — 

Care not for what others may say. 

For, our friends' faults, with our own. 

In a knapsack across our shoulders are thrown — 

Theirs, in the front, plainly to be seen; 

Ours, on the back, hidden behind a screen. 

Kemember our lives are what we make them, 

That for evil or good our friends must take them. 

Then let us, while sojourning here, 

Do all the good we can, without a fear 



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Of what others about us may say. 
Why need we care ? Can they, 
With their idle gossip make anything true, 
No matter how much boasting they do ? 

It only shows a weak place in their brain, 

Does us no harm but gives them the pain. 

For pure waters will their level find, 

And a pure thought will seek its kind. 

You may travel the wide world all over. 

And you'll never find a single rover 

But what has in the somewhere a kindred mate 

To share in the great future his own fate. 

In life's garden you cannot pluck a single flower 

But you can pluck another alike in beauty and power. 

We do not for ourselves live alone. 

And to make ours the only happy home. 

For either friend or foe will remember you 

According to the good or evil you may do. 

And why not, instead of shadows, sunshine 
Scatter abroad in the hearts of others tp enshrine 
The ties of golden friendship bound together 
With the silken cords of love which nought can sever ; 
But in the heart's bright home. of aflection, 
Sweetly traced by fond Memory's tender reflection, 
Will be an oasis in some friend's life. 
Whilst toiling 'mid time-worn care and strife. 
And though sorrow's great and mighty waves 
Fiercely on hfe's stormy sea madly raves. 
We are permitted to sail our tottering bark. 
Surrounded by clouds and mists of miseries dark — 
Mocked by the dim shadows of the past, 
But safely in port we will anchor at last. 



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If we know no such word as fail, 
Whilst in Hope's barge we bravely sail 
O'er life's sea, fraught with many dangers. 
Accompanied both by friends and strangers. 
We will surmount every obstacle in our way — 
Crowned with success enjoy the halcyon day, 
When foes and friends in one cruise unite 
In harmony to wrestle for the right. 
And though the night be long and dark. 
With hope in the palpitating heart, 
Kindling warmth in the despair-frozen bosom, 
Fills our soul with an inward heaven. 



OUR FAULTS. 



'Tis wondrous strange our faults we can't see, 
When so plainly before us they chance to be ; 
For how often do we hear the girls say, 
• Boys who chew tobacco every day 
Can never be called our dear, nor honey, 
Who thus foolishly spend their money, " 

But the girls chew gum all the while, 

And spend their money with a smile. 

And if we should their practice condemn. 

They would say, " Mind your own business, you men y 

As there is no harm in chewing gum. 

Like drinking poisonous rum." 

And you see if we happen, just for fun. 
Once a month, to take a little rum, 
They'll begin to whisper to each other, 



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"He'll never do, we must choose another, 
For we don't like boys who drink rum, 
And spend their money for that kind of fun." 

Now they don't like for boys to drink rum, 
Neither do we like to see girls chew gum ; 
And if you'd have us mind our p's and q's, 
And our habits of life for us choose. 
Be sure you dot your i's and cross your t's. 
And somewhat the boys try to please, 

As you are called the angels of the earth. 
Who fill our hearts with joy and mirth. 
But I hardly think the angels chew gum 
Any more than for fun they drink rum. 
And oh! how often we hear the sweet refrain, 
"Oh! come, dear, please don't drink again!" 

Now, girls, if you must have your say 

About the boys and their bad way. 

Please allow us the liberty you take 

In repeating some mistakes you make. 

You say you don't like for boys to drink rum. 

Neithor do we like for girls to chew gum. 

But you say girls chewing nice gum 
Isn't half so bad as boys drinking rum. 
Perhaps not, but, oh! it spoils the features 
Of our fair angelic creatures. 
And from their pouting lips 
Their cherished sweetness sips; 
And now, girls, in all candor to you. 
If you'd have us reform, you must, too. 

Then let us join in a chorus sweet, 

Whilst on the principle ; of reform we meet. 



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Let our sweet refrain in the future be, 
From these evil habits we'll ever be free. 
No more boys drinking accursed rum, 
Nor girls chewing filthy gum. 



TO THE VETERANS. 

Pause, ye city fathers, ere you take action. 

Think you the railroad syndicate 
Has built your cities and their attraction 

For this you must their cause vindicate — 
Join hands with the monied monster to oppress 

Your citizens whose patronage has made 
Your branches of business a financial success; 

Thus enabling you to stand in the shade 
To devise ways and means for the defeat 

Of the honest workingman's only plan 
To secure a living plain and neat. 

By using with deathless grip the magic wand 
Invented by shrewd monopolists to secure 

The hard earnings of the laboring man ? 

And think you not the time is at hand 
When the Almighty Father of this land 

Shall not indignantly rise up and curse you, 
For "Vengeance is mine," saith the True, 

Whose children you now shamefully pursue 
With the blood-hounds of old Jay Gould 

To rob them, the flocks of his fold ? 

There is a curse written in the book of ages 
For those who oppress the hireling in wages, 
Who rob the poor of their honest labor. 



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And, with King Capitalist's mighty sabre, 
Unmercifully cut the laborer in prices 
To pamper the rich in their vices. 

Vengeance is deep and, for a while, may slumber, 

But when a reckoning is made for the number 

Of those who joined in the King's love-feast " 

'Twill be sure not to mistake the beast. 

For the devil is a coward, and in his fear 

Will accidently in his hydra-headed form appear. 



FRIENDSHIP'S FAREWELL. 

'Think not strange this magic spell 

Should come o'er us when we say farewell. 

For in true Friendship's fascinating way 

Thou hast her chain linked day by day. 

And though our associations here most sweet 

Be severed, and we, perhaps, never again to meet. 

Yet thy name will surely enkindle a flame 

In those whom a thought from thee would claim. 

'Tis said Friendship's ties must be broken, 
That the bitter w^ord, farewell, must be spoken. 
The enchanted spell by poets has been sung. 
But was there ever a garland of flowers hung 
Over the altar of Love more pure and divine 
Than that of friendship, or a sound sweeter chime 
Than her lullabies softly floating in the air 
Disseminating love into lonely hearts everywhere. 

The golden links that bind our band together 
Must, one, by one, now and then, kindly sever; 
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But these happy hours we'll ever fondly cherish, 
For in Friendship's memory they can never perish, 
But like the pearly dew-drops kissing flowers sweet. 
Enlivens them with a freshness until again they meet 
In the soft, stilly twilight hours of dewy emlDrace. 
Though we now say farewell, yet thy accustomed place^ 
In memory will be refreshing till we again see thy face.- 



MAXIMS. 

'Twas never clear, but always queer, 
To my mind, how always, or very near 
Those maxims many years old. 
So many truths of late have told. 
But "where there's a will there's a way," 
To accomplish most anything, they say. 
This, in many instances has been true. 
But experience has found times not a few, 
When the will was determined, bound, 
But the way could nowhere be found. 

For "there's none so deaf as those 

That do not wish to hear," 
Save those, who nothing know, 

But to ridicule their compeer. 

It takes a thief to catch a thief," 

Is very properly and truly said. 
And 'tis every man's honest belief. 

For one measures another by his own head. 

But as there is allowed exceptions to all 
Common rules, both great and small, 



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There must surely be in this one, 
For we know certainly there are some, 
Who w4th a keen sense of perception 
Cannot be mistaken in base deception. 

" The birds of a feather flock together," 
Through sunshine and stormy weather. 
Thus we see people of alike minds. 
Congeniality in each other finds, 

*' Willful waste makes woful want," 
And makes many a stomach feel gaunt. 
Though this lesson is taught every day, 
How few people attention to it pay. 

"A stitch in time always saves nine," 
And if practiced would save a mine 
Of wealth for many that is lost. 
Save the grief and tears it cost. 

" Strike while the iron is hot," 
Is the way to make your spot. 
Seize the opportunity while you can, 
Should be the maxim of every man. 

"Make hay while the sun shines," 
If you'd reach life's higher climes. 
Never wait, nor procrastinate, till to-morrow, 
For then neglect may bring you sorrow. 

But " take time by the forelock, 
Be hke the old faithful day clock. 
Make each moment count one. 
Until life's 2;reat task is done. 



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TIME. 

Down the silvery stream of time, 
The music of the waters chime, chime ; 
Mingling their sounds of joy and woe. 
Whilst through life they gently flow. 
Let thine ear catch the music sweet, 
And thy voice its choral echoes repeat, 
Harmonizing the tender chords of the soul, 
Whilst through eternity's ages they roll. 



THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. 



"There's no place like home, sweet home," 
Where love and contentment around it roam, 
Where peace and harmony with its inmates dwelly- 
Where merriment doth ring like a silver bell. 

Home is where our associations are most sweet, 
It is where our best friends we meet; 
Home is where from perplexing scenes we retire, 
Where we meet the smiles we most desire. 

Home is where innocence should always dwell. 
Charm its inmates with its magic spell. 
No deception should ever be allowed to enter there, 
But truth and purity reign everywhere. 

Home is our sweet haven of rest, 
Our pleasures with those we love best; 
There let our joys unmixed and true. 
Be found a jewel in all we say or do. 



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There's no place on earth like home; 

After many a vain and fruitless roam, 

To the weary-worn pilgrims found, 

Its name to the ear awakens the sweetest sound. 

Home, oh! how many bless that dear word, 
'Tis the sweetest name that was ever heard; 
Its many precious memories dear to the heart, 
The sunshine of life forms the greater part. 



YOUTH AND BEAUTY. 

Youth and beauty must fade. 
All through sorrow's vale must wade, 
For none can the mighty hand 
Of cruel Death's terrors withstand. 
The beauties of every flower, 
Must yield to its mighty power, 
Must fold its leaves in death, 
As it exhales its balmy breath. 

Youth and beauty in every age. 
By modern poet and ancient sage, 
Have been praised in every song. 
Amid earth's mighty throng; 
Youth and beauty twin sisters are. 
Their glories, like a shining star. 
With love's flame illume the soul. 
Disperse the gloom of the ghostl}^ ghoul. 

Hand in hand, youth and beauty 
Loudly call for love and duty, 
Their mission on earth to fill. 



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Whilst journeying life's rugged hill; 
The morning goes, the evening comes, 
A few more rising and setting suns, 
Then man's work on earth is done. 



BOOK OF NATUKE. 

The great book of nature lies open to all, 
But, oh ! how few heed its call. 
How few read its pages so as to understand 
The many mysteries developing over our land. 
The tiny bud opening, and full-grown leaf 
Which adorns the gay flowers of the heath, 
Is but the type of infancy, into manhood grown. 
And the autumn leaves, in their sad monotone 
Are fit emblems of manhood ripening in age. 
That in nature's book, is written on every page. 



TO AN ABSENT FRIEND. 

INIay your skies of pleasure ever be clear, 

Unobscured from disappointment, sad and drear. 

May your future hopes grow brighter 

And your burdens, as they meet you, lighter. 

In a land of new prospects before you, 

May life's shadows pass lightly o'er you. 

May you think of the school girl left behind — 
May she occupy a wee place in your mind ; 
And in your happy moments think of me, 
For you know I Avould love there to be. 



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I hope you will excuse my brief letter — 
Perhaps the next time I Avill do better. 

I know you can with propriety excuse, 

For so small a request you can't well refuse. 

Be sure you again very soon write 

To me, if 'tis but this eve or to-night. 

I will close my sheer nonsense now 

By wishing you pleasant dreams, anyhow. 



IGNOEANCE. 

'Tis said that "ignorance is bliss," 

But give to me none of this ; 

But instead a noble, manly man, 

"VVho pursues wisdom's true plan. 

And a noble, womanly woman. 

Who chooses but wisdom for her yeoman. 

JBut siege, landlord or lady. 
On the bright side, or the shady. 
Come out with an honest profile. 
Either vdth a jeer or with a smile. 
And be what you pretend. 
If 'tis not a great Godsend. 

Be the woman or man. 

On nature's original plan ; 

In truth, be the best you can, 

For since the world began. 

So many changes have been made 

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From the tree of knowledge to eat, 
"Wherein they lost their seat 
In the beautiful Eclen fair. 
Yet they were forced to go, 
Where, they did not know ; 
But in their unhappy flight, 
We have surely lost sight 
Of the true original erudite. 



KNIGHTS OF LABOR. 



This paraphrase which forms the name, 
Of your order ascending the hill of fame. 
Is fraught with a significant meaning. 
For in our vocabulary of literary gleaning, 
We find, you know, Knight means hero, 
A champion, not a vile misanthropic bravo. 
Then strive to be all your name implies — 
Heroes and champions, both good and wise. 

Hurrah ! ye Knights, be ye men of valor. 

Let your acts, like the noon-day sun, without pallor. 

Beam with such a force that your foe 

Cannot be mistaken, but will surely know. 

That you are close on to the right track, 

And can no longer by his games of quack. 

Be humbugged in rotten politic scheming. 

Upon which the political stafi' is leaning. 

Beware of those enfranchised heartless designers^ 
Who when in power become your maligners, 
And with contempt scorn the name of labor, 



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Though it be his very next door neighbor, 
And the rudder which prevents his ship 
From sinking, and gives him the grip, 
The monied grip, he so much desires, 
And for which his mind so nobly aspires. 

Then ye gallant Knights your ships steer. 
Carefully watch, the breakers to keep clear; 
For methinks I hear their tumultuous roar 
Come dashing to the surf-beaten shore. 
But fear not breakers, nor stormy weather 
While you in harmony dwell together. 
Let no trifle cause dissension among you. 
And thus give your foe a chance to wrong you. 
[Please don't refuse to kindly excuse, 
And not abuse, a thoughtless muse.] 



EARTH'S BEAUTIES. 

Beauties rare, with delight charm the eye. 
Fix the soul on their Author beyond the sky. 
Music sweet, with rapture charms the ear, 
And fills the soul with a divinely cheer. 

And though the loveliest flowers must decay. 
Yet spring-time will again, in vernal array. 
Bring others as fair and beautiful as they, 
To bloom in the floral queen's month of May. 

So when we gently pass down life's stream. 
Our earthly career will then, like a passing dream. 
Have floated away, and others will be 
In our barks adrift on life's " fitful sea." 



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MUSINGS. 

This lovely eve my musings I transcribe, 
While alone by the humble but cheerful fireside. 
Precious memories sv^eet, of pristine days, 
Come flitting by, like the genial rays 
Of the summer sun, in splendor arrayed. 
Glowing in my bosom, loved forms are portrayed, 
When we wandered together through the woodland glens, 
Culling sweet flowers, watching the little wrens. 

But ah ! 'tis needless for such a delusive dream, 

With fancies that are not what they seem. 

To fill ni}^ mind or disturb my brain. 

But awake, my soul, from this romantic strain, 

For life's shadows silently around thee steal. 

And soon for eternity will thy destiny seal. 

But away, thou unwelcome visitor from my mind. 

And seek some place of a kindred kind. 



GOLDEN MORN. 



Golden morn in loveliness all aglow. 

Is the prettiest scene in this life. 
Tiny flowers with sparkling dewdrops overflow, 

Banishes from our mind worldly strife. 

All nature is smiling in love divine. 
For bright Aurora is decking the east. 

And 'round his golden face the heavenly rays shine, 
Giving light to every man and beast. 



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Golden morn is the glorious birth of day, 
But soon will b}^ the dark shadows of night, 

Hide her ample robes of beautiful array, 
And shut in her glories so bright. 

Golden morn with all her beauties so cheering. 

Art like human life, a short-lived flower, 
Blooming into beauty and sweetness so endearing 



O' 



Then at eve passes away like a shower. 



LIFERS OCEAN. 

Whilst on life's broad ocean we are sailing. 
Drifting amid the many smiles, and sad bewailing, 
TVe find that in the bright sunshine many shadows fall, 
And where they are least expected by us all. 
Though many voices are cheerily ringing in the hall, 
Dark shadows are silently creeping upon the wall. 
But if 'twere not for the gloomy darkness of night ; 
We could never know the sunshine of life so bright, 
Por our earthly skies can ne'er be so fair. 
But a cloud ma}^ cast its shadow there. 

Out on life's broad ocean so grand. 
Wafted on this wierd, uncertain strand. 
Tempest-tossed- a wa3^farer on the billowy wave. 
The stormy clouds of care and grief to brave — 
Soon, soon thy frail bark ^vill land thee o'er 

'Life's fitful sea," on the ever-beautiful shore 
Of eternitj^'s future realm of dreamy land. 
Where the many Avonders on the gleamy strand 
Will doubtless in a strange surprise remind thee 

"Of the many, many scenes left behind thee. 



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TEIBUTE OF EESPECT. 

TO THE MEMORY OF MAY IRVIN. 



Days, weeks, months, and years have past, 
Lo ! another flower is plucked at last, 
A rosebud severed from its mother stem, 
No more to beautify the walks of men. 
Fate decreed this rosebud should bloom 
In brighter climes than this earthly gloom ; 
For 'twas too fair to adorn an earthly bower — 
That earthly cares should cull this flower. 

Hence 'twas transplanted in Eden's garden fair, 
To ever bloom 'mid the choicest flowers there. 
To be a companion of the loved sister gone before^ 
An angel of light on the ever-beautiful shore 
Of eternity's ceaseless ages, pure and bright. 
Where no cloud of care can ever veil their light, 
But ever live in love's glow of golden sunshine. 
The home of the soul's sweetest seraphic clime. 

And though you feel that your darling is gone, 
Eemember, she has only entered the eternal dawn 
Of sunshine and happiness in a fairer land, 
To swell the chorus of the children's happy band,, 
And though your tears may fall and blind you. 
Though the everyday scenes oft remind you 
Of your own darling child, sweet little May, 
Yet remember she could not here always stay. 

Remember she has paid the debt, 

That must be by all earthly pilgrims met, 

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When the weary traveler's work is done. 
Then, when your heart sighs for the loved one, 
Whose toils are now over, and race is run. 
Know ye, that your time may he near 
When you must before the same tribunal appear. 

Oh ! then may you feel that while you live. 
This earth can never true joys give ; 
That earth is only designed a temporaiy home 
For the weary, worn pilgrims, as they roam 
On their journey to that better land. 
Where they may meet, on the silvery strand, 
The long-lost loved ones, in a fairer clime, 
Where is known no death nor days decline. 



HOMEWARD SAILING. 

Homeward we are sailing on the ocean deep. 
Rocked by the waves, by the winds luUed to sleep. 
To dream of loved ones whom we shall meet. 
On the coming shore with a fond welcome sweet; 
Kindred hearts will there unite in a long embrace. 
Nevermore by Death's rude alarms be torn apace. 
To the new-born soul sweet will that welcome be. 
When from earthly trials and troubles ever free; 
'To share with loved ones joys of an eternal morn. 
Where noon-day ne'er passes, nor night e'er comes, 
No dread nor fears, of what the morn may bring, 
But ever in the present glow of happiness sing. 

Homeward bound, we are cruising seaward, 
A bird of passage on the wing drifting leeward. 
Our barge dashing o'er the waves rising high. 



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The mists and shadows that come o'er our sky, 
Ever bid us be watchful for breakers are nigh, 
That while in life we live, in death we must die. 
With the ever-shifting scenes of life before us. 
The passing clouds and flitting sunlight o'er us, 
Impress upon the mind a thought full well, 
That life is a passing dream, a broken spell, 
Which time and tide can alone reveal 
In eternity, its mysteries, its future weal. 



TO GERTIE. 

How lonely, dear jewel of my heart's delight, 
To be so far aw^ay from thee to-night. 

But whilst at home in blissful repose. 

My heart beats happily, my thoughts far away, 
And for my lovely one my heart o'erflows 

With joyous hopes, while awaiting the day 

When our hopes and fears may be united 

In the holy bonds of purest love plighted, 

Be sealed with the only genuine, the marital vow, 

To ever love and cherish as you do now. 

When frosted the hair and wrinkled the brow — 

WiU then your thought so much love allow 'i 

When this manly form from age grows thin. 
The cheeks all hollow the eyes all dim. 

Will your love be the same for me then ? 
Yea, methinks its flame will as brightly burn. 
To welcome a fond smile or a happy return. 



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BE ORIGINAL. 

To be original, is to say your own words, 

And to think for yourself at best, 
To raise and kill your own birds. 

With your own stones from their nest; 
For to steal words, is the same as birds. 

Caught from another man's barn. 
But how can we avoid using words, 

That are not a part of somebody's yarn. 
Though your ideas be original, yet in your say, 

You must repeat what others have said. 
In prose and rhyme long before your day. 



TO THE MEMORY OF JENNIE A. PERKINS. 

Jennie, my own darling one. 
Thy labors on earth are done; 
No more will thy smiles so sweet. 
Our saddened hearts lovingly greet. 
For thou hast over the shining strand- 
Passed into a brighter, a happier land. 
Where methinks thy angelic voice I hear, 
Like sweet music borne on mine ear. 
By angels whispering softly, " Never fear, 
For your loved one is always near. 
Anxiously awaiting the happy time, 
When you'll meet in a cloudless clime, 
Where sorrows never, never come. 
Where the grand life of eternity is begun, 
Where love never, never grows cold, 
Nor the youth ever otows old." 



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A RIDE ON THE ACCOMMODATION CAR. 



I am writing as the tlioughts occur to me, 
On my way to Dallas, riding on the M. K. & T. , 
The old accommodation, rocking and jostling along, 
Crowded, jammed, and packed with a merry throng. 
Some talking, some laughing, others wildly staring 
With eyes and ears open, minutely comparing 
Scenes and notes as they reach the eager ear, 
Surprising the eye, and amusing to hear. 

Oh, this weary waiting, watching, and not knowing, 
How long you must stay, nor how soon you're going; 
How dreadful the suspense, when a gazing stock 
For forty pairs of bright eyes, what a shock 
To be scanned and measured from foot to head; 
To be talked about and hear nothing 'tis said. 

For we find by sad experience that nowadays. 
People you meet have many and various ways, 
To estimate both your morals and finances at once, 
As your appearance either suggests a scholar or a dunce, 
Which naturally creates an anxious desire to know. 
What kind of a thought on you they'll bestow. 

But fie! 'tis foolish, why should we blush or care, 
For other people's thoughts or rudely stare, 
If we be all right, and with no error share. 
Why need we a thought lose or a moment spare. 
But now the iron horse blows his whistle again. 
Snorting and puffing, moving us on again; 
No more time to write, but quietly meditate, 
As we are jostling along at a lively rate. 



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YOU MUST EDUCATE. 

Ho! ye Knights of Labor, you must educate, 
And never your humble abilities over-rate, 
So far as to forget and ostentatiously undertake 
To advise the excellency, your lordly magnate, 
Nor insult his honored dignity with a petition 
To right the wrongs of your humble condition, 
As you now unmistakably occupy the position 
In which he evidently intends you to remain; 
Never to murmur, never to complain. 
But quietly submit to his individual gain. 
As you Knights surely have not the brain. 
To successfully compete with your gigantic foe. 
Nor able your row in life to hoe. 
Without his gifted counsel in the shade. 
To tell you how a fine living is made. 
While you through the mud and slush wade. 

Be sure to pick your own bones, and not feast 
On the dignified carcass of some other beast. 
Eor I see some newspapers they diffuse - 
A deal of bitter venom, mth jeers and spews. 
About what the Knights should and should not do. 
Strictly their own business should attend to; 
And in politics they should by no means dabble. 
As no good thing can come from such a rabble; ^ 
For it takes more brains, you certainly know. 
Than a one-horse editor or a Knight can bestow, 
To make Uncle Sam's government successfully go. 



That Grant, Lincoln and the great men of old, 
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Were once poor men who worked for their gold, 
The same as you, in the heat and the cold; 
And if they had no brains when poor, 
They found them at the rich man's door. 
So this is the point you should look after. 
Secure your rights, and things will go ' ' saf ter. '^ 
Have your money in your own pockets. 
Then you can throw your own rockets. 

And not only your rights simply demand. 
But be sure you have them at your command. 
For 'tis in the workingman's power of to-day, 
To make hght-fingered officials feel his sway. 
Then be up and doing, hoist your flag. 
Be determined, let not your energies lag 
In the contest for right, as error must fall. 
When true principles unmasked make their call, 
Base frauds must inevitably go to the wall. 

'Tis not for the lack of energy or brain, 
That the laborer asks his competitor to explain 
The technical terms in various transactions used, 
But for the want of time which he is refused 
By his monied master, thereby much abused. 
In not having acquired the necessary information. 
To carry him successfully through life's station, 
Now we want to have a change, a reformation. 

Wherein a poor man's son may have a chance, 

In the mighty career of the world's advance. 

To keep an even race with his fellowman, 

In life's battles on an easy, equitable plan. 

Then, my friends, you need not distress yourselves 

About our brains; we'll try to take care of ourselves 



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If the Knights will only stand side by side, 
Victoriously o'er the sea of contest they'll ride. 

Then, ye gallant Knights, guard well your posts, 
With the armor of right you'll conquer your hosts. 
Then be ye vaUant in the task you have begun. 
Work from the early rising to the setting of the sun. 
Be only faithful and the victory can be won, 
For in unity the grand work can be done. 

I will now close, by asking you to excuse 
This simple effusion; you surely can't refuse, 
When I have only said what I meant. 
And sent it to you with good intent. 
If it gives you any pleasure and no pain. 
You may, at some time, hear from me again. 



EARTH A WILDERNESS. 

This earth 's but a wilderness drear. 
And we but pilgrims traveling here. 
Journeying on hfe's rugged road, 
To man's sure and final abode. 
When 'mid life's trials weary and worn. 
Our hearts grow dreary and forlorn. 
How sweet to pluck a beautiful flower 
By the waj-side, from a rural bower, 
And leave its thousands blooming there 
Sliining in pearly dewdrops fair. 
Refreshing other pilgrims on the way, 
To their eternal home of endless day. 

This world 's a wilderness of sin. 
With temptations without and w^ithin; 



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Temptations without to snare the feet, 
Temptations within to poison the sweet 
Of the soul so beautiful and fair, 
Divinely created a heavenly image to bear. 

The cheery smiles in life we meet. 
The merry voices to the ear so sweet, 
Are but refreshing dewdrops from heaven, 
A balm for the wearied soul given. 
O then let a smile instead of a frown, 
Be the brightest jewel in thy crown; 
Let the ringing laugh, the merry lay, 
Cheer the weary traveler on his way. 



FRIENDS WE DO NOT WELL. 

Behold, my friends, we do not well. 
Whilst we are wasting time; 

Sinners are dropping off in hell, 
Amidst their awful crime. 

Let us arise and go tell the war, 

To the havoc hold of king. 
That one and all, both great and small,^ 

May of his glories sing. 

If we should wait another day. 
Some mischief great may come; 

So then arise and haste away. 
To call poor lost sinners home. 

From porter let the news be heard 

In the palace of the king, 
Elisha's God has kept his word. 

And thus provisions bring. 



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BE CAREFUL HOW YOU SOW. 

As the tree falls so it must lie, 

Youth well spent, in age brings no sigh, 
Live to-day, for to-morrow you may die. 

Look well to the future, it draweth nigh. 
Oh ! then let us our time well improve. 

And for future use lay in store, 
Good deeds guilty conscience cannot reprove. 

But will beautifully bloom in eternity evermore. 

Oh ! remember that our lives, like the grass. 

And the tender flowers of earth's field, 
Must wither and from the stage of action pass, 

To unknown spheres, our fruits there to yield. 
Oh ! then be careful how you sow. 

For in this earthly career you are seeding 
The fields of life here below. 

To bear fruit for your final reaping. 



ILLS OF LIFE. 

Of all the ills of life to bear. 

There's none so rough, nor hard to wear. 

As the one which falls to the portion. 

Of a fair young girl wrecked on love's ocean. 

No matter who's to blame, 'tis the same. 
She reaps the fame, and bears the name 
Of a starch, staid, prim old maid. 
Just because you're afraid and delayed 
Your passion to disclose and propose. 



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Oh! why then, young men, 

Will you dare, the rose so fair. 

To leave alone, blooming on the stem, 

There to wither and fade, to an old maid, 

Just because you're afraid and delayed 

Your passion to disclose and propose. 

Kemember, young man, the best plan 
Is always for you in everything be true, 
No matter if 'tis for fun, to make a pun, 
Let no one otherwise think it done. 
Just because you're afraid and delayed 
Your passion to disclose and propose. 



THE FAR-OFF SHORE. 

There is a home, on a far-off shore. 

Where weary pilgrims rest. 

An eternal home for the blest. 
Where life's changing scenes come no more. 

In that beautiful home, on the far-off shore. 
Where the orange blossoms we love. 
And the cooing of the turtle-dove, 

Brings no sigh for the loved ones gone before. 

For in that beautiful home, on the far off shore, 
We'll freely drink with those we love; 
The only true joys found above, 

Flowing from the eternal fount of happiness evermore. 

In that beautiful home, on the far-off shore, 
"^Yhere the volumes of music sweet. 
Swell with enchantment, their echoes repeat 

The musical voices of loved ones evermore. 



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Oil ! that beautiful home, on the far-off shore, 
Where the myrtle and the ivy bloom, 
Where love's sunshine dispels the gloom — 

Is now the home of the loved ones gone before. 

Oh ! that beautiful home, on the far-off shore, 
Where the pilgrims are ever landing, 
Across Jordan's silvery waters stranding. 

Safe at home to dwell in peace evermore. 



MY DEEAM. 

One night I had a dream, weird and wild ; 

I dreamed of my youthful, happy days 
When the syren song of the tempter had beguiled 

My wajrvvard footsteps into his wicked ways. 
I dreamed I went a shopping 'round the town 

In search of a bargain ; I went from store to store, 
Selecting among the goods thrown from shelves down, 

And found many things which tempted me sore 
To deal falsely by saying I could buy them cheaper. 

When- 1 had no place found them half so low. 
Nor so beautiful, and in designs no neater. 

But to gain my point, I thought, you know, 

'Twould be no wrong, just this time a yarn 
To weave, in order a few dimes to thus save, 

Wherewith stockings to buy instead old ones to darn. 
For it seemed a long journey then to the grave. 

And plenty of time we could have to repent 
Of all our little misgivings, stories, and sins, 

Ere death by father Time would be to us sent, 
Or the trophies of despair o'er us its victory wins. 



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But "Nay," said the mercliant, " we can't sell lower,. 

As we are now disposing of our stock at cost, 
And know that you can't do any better next door, 

But miss a bargain and thus your time be lost. " 
But selfish humanity chagrined at the thought 

Of a failure, other adventures wildly sought. 
For the devil had me now under sway, 

And led me on a poor captive at his will. 
So methought to a larger house I would go. 

Just across the square, and there make my bill. 
No sooner had I started than I spied below, 

A horseman, dashing wildly up the street, 
"Which turned my course to avoid a collision. 

Stepping upon a pavement of marble so neat. 
Mounted upon white marble pillars, pleased my vision. 

Entranced, unwary I strode along this narrow walk, 
When to my surprise a girl I chanced to meet. 

Now methought what shall we do to prevent a balk, 
We must either pass or make a retreat. 

To do either, seemed a desperate struggle or blow. 

As the walk was both narrow and high; 
Yet we had no time to wait but onward must go. 

It seemed there were posts every few feet near by. 
That we might in necessity catch to and hold, 

While the other carefully passed on their way. 
So we grappled round the post with an effort bold, 

And thus made our pass without further delay. 

But the devil's road seemed a hard one to travel. 
For no sooner was this difficulty passed. 

Than another came up still harder to unravel. 
Thus all along the journey was my soul harassed. 

For lo ! to my horror, I now came to a burning post^. 



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The blue blazes wrapping themselves 'round in a mass, 
Would turn me back, or my hands roast. 

I pondered a long time ere I concluded to pass, 
For it seemed so far to turn back on the road, 

Over which I had come with difficulty before, 
When I was now only a few paces within the abode 

Of the place to where I was going, a wholesale store. 

So calling up my courage, I quickly passed on. 

Sustaining no injury save blistering my fingers. 
But oh! horrors, what does this mean? Another, 

Yes, another blue blazing fiery post of cinders. 
Oh! heavens, what must I do ? I can't go further. 

And now to be defeated, not to reach the goal. 
Dark despair will hover o'er my return, 

Prospects have fled, perplexities overwhelm my soul, 
As I gaze back o'er the trials that I have overcome. 

And was so elated with bright prospects near. 
Heeded not the warnings of danger a prize to win. 

And is not this defeat, my soul too dear. 
Canst thou bear to be thus foiled and defeated by sin ? 

But lo! I see, oh horrors! I can't go any further. 
For lo! I see just one more ahead in the path. 

Woe to me, had I turned when to the first I came, 
And retraced my footsteps from this wrath. 

From whence they led me to this place of blame. 

But oh! my soul, if thou couldst but bear 

To pass those two fiery posts, which lie 
As thine only barriers, thou wilt then be there. 

Or wilt thou get thee back, the same trials to try ? 
And now, whilst the clouds of Satan o'er me hung. 

My soul was almost tempted to turn once more, 
From whence it had been lured on and stuno- 



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With remorse languishing and bleeding sore. 
But the devil, with his intrigues of old, 

Said, "Thou foolish coward, look ahead of you, 
And see that you are almost within the fold, 

Retrace not your footsteps, but onward pursue, 
For the prize is ahead for you to secure. " 

Oh ! what a struggle between death and life ! 

Lo ! I've met my sorrow in the path of sin ; 
Onward or backward ! I must end this strife — 

I can't tarry here — I can but lose all or win ! 
With fear I seized the monster post in haste. 

And was soon over this terror, yet there lay 
Another, the last, so methought no time to waste. 

And with an almost crazed, frenzied mind, 
I took hold of the last and third fiery post. 

And though my hands burned, yet I thought to find 
A healing balm, a panacea among the inviting host. 

Who seemed to beckon me on with words so mild. 
A handsome structure now stood just before me. 

Only a few more steps — oh, horrors ! am I wild ? 
What's this burning heat that comes all o'er me ? 

For verily I had stepped upon a platform that led 
From the pavement to the house I had so long sought. 

When a burning heat from beneath ascended to my head, 
My whole being seemed in a fiery steam wrought. 

When in agony I cried, "O, God, have mercy in despair." 
A fiery nymph from the realms of old Pluto said, 
' ' Open the door and let her in, for 'tis but fair ; 
She has come the way of all others who in sin are dead. 

For there's not a soul in hell to-day but came 
On your road, and was surprised to stop here. 

And was, like yourself, led on unawares by the same 



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Voice of procrastination — plenty of time, ne^^er fear." 
" Oh, my God ! have mercy," I pray, "for this I can't bear ! " 
"But you must," said the fiery nymph, "endure this. 

Like others have done, in this dark despair. 
You liad your warnings, that a hell you might miss, 

But like many others you heeded not the signal 'Danger!' 
For those burning posts were warnings set for thee — 

Were put there to turn back the thoughtless stranger. " 

" Oh, my God ! I tried to hard at the second to flee ; 
Oh ! my soul struggled so hard, but it seemed a long 
Journey to retrace my steps back o'er the road. 

When I could see just ahead the merry throng. 
And never thought of coming to this dreadful abode." 
"Nay," said the fiery nymph, "there's not a soul to-day 
In hell that ever thought they'd come here. 
In regions of darkness forever to stay. 

" Every sinner has his warnings of this place 

In time, if he will but hear he can it shun." 
My warnings, like huge mountains, before my face 

Eose up to torture me for what I had done. 
" Oh ! God forgive me !" in agony I prayed, 

For I never thought of coming here." 
" God never answers any prayers prayed in hell," 

Said the fiery nymph, "nor dries any tear, 
When you come to this land to dwell. 

Your preparatory days are, like j^our deeds, 
A fixture of the past, no future in hell, 

A fixture of the past, in heaven no needs, 
For when eternity dawns upon thy immortal soul. 

There will be no future, but an eternal present time, 
As in the word present, will all mysteries be told, 

For changes can never come in the eternal clime." 



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Then my soul in agony sunk in dark despair, 

As I cried, "Oh, my Grod ! I am forever, eternally lost !" 

My agony being so great broke the spell — nightmare ! 
Rejoiced 'twas but a dream, I cared not the pain it cost. 



THE GEEEN MANSION. 

In a beautiful city, noted for its health. 

Its numerous enterprises, fashion and wealth. 

Was among many other palatial mansions seen 

A mansion of artistical design, painted green. 

Magnificently environed with floral beauties rare, 

That with a sweet aroma filled the air. 

Surely could aught but love dwell there ? 

Yea, a matron, kind and fair. 

Who, had it not been for a boorish bear. 

In the form of a husband, dwelling there. 

Would often with the poor her kindness share. 

And though this family who seemingly never knew 
Aught but sunshine, yet shadows they threw 
In the bright homes of the humble poor. 
When an appeal was made at this man's door' 
For the needy, it was met by the stern reply : 
■ I have nothing to give ; let them die. 
Let them work out their own salvation. 
For in the world's grand estimation, 
If they die, they'll never be missed." 
So all through life a bye-word like this — 
'Let him die ; he'll never be missed," 
Was his response to charity's call, 
Be the pittance asked ever so small. 



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The site of this green mansion was on a street 
Near a gilded saloon, where idlers chanced to meet, 
Consequently their calls were common and frequent, 
And at times would occur a sad event. 

The story which we are about to relate : 

Perhaps it was in the year sixty-eight, 

On a cold, bleak wintry eve, the street 

Was thronged with people, on flying feet. 

Hurrying to and fro, out of the icy blast 

Of pelting hail, falling thick and fast, 

When a stranger was noticed, wending his way. 

Deserted, alone, at the closing in of day ; 

Slow and measured his steps were taken. 

As if sad and friendless, perhaps forsaken. 

He was pondering as he wandered along. 
From the crowded streets and busy throng. 
What he should do to shelter from the storm. 
But the darkness of night covered his form, 
And the thoughts of the lonely stranger. 
His queer manner, and pending danger, 
Were soon forgotten by those surrounded 
With the comforts of home, that abounded 
In everything which makes life so pleasant — 
The past was soon lost in the joys of the present. 

But the shades of night having passed away, 
A cold, bright morn, ushered in another day. 
And the busy crowds soon began to meet 
Around the corners and on the street. 
To relate the incidents of the weather. 
When behold ! a crowd ran together. 
To see something — 'twas a lifeless form, 

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'Twas the window of the green mansion fair — 
Perhaps the cheerful light bade him go there. 

But the inmates of that green mansion fine 
Were allowed no thought, nor care, nor time — 
Anything, to bestow on a tramp like this, 
"Let him die, for he'll never be missed." 
So in the pauper's grave they laid him, 
A pine slab on the mound they made him. 
Was all that marked his resting place — 
His career was done, he had run his race. 

But time and tide wait for no man. 

Our life at best is but a narrow span. 

Years have come and gone, and their changes made, 

Many have seen their pleasures bloom and fade. 

And the green mansion has reaped its share. 

For its naked walls and floors all bare 

Seem a tale of want and woe to tell, 

A dream of happiness, a broken spell. 

Like a sunbeam and shadow they fell. 
The owner his green mansion was forced to sell. 
Idle luxury, the wine-cup and wanton pride, 
Upon his fortune had made a heavy stride. 
The patient wife, in pleading terms vainly tried 
To save him from ruin's wreck yawning wide. 
To number its victims by thousands multipUed. 
But ah ! a prey to grief, heart-broken she died. 
And he, oh, where ? a beggar on the pitiless street. 
Scorned by every one whom he chanced to meet. 

When at last the sequel camo, in a brief story told : 
The sky was o'er-cast, the winds blew cold — 
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"I wonder if there's any, in cottages neat, 
Would hear my story if I'd it repeat ? 
I dare not try, I'll tell you why : 

One night when the sleet was falling, the wind was high, 
I thought I heard in the storm a faint cry, 
It seemed a piteous moan, a broken sigh. 
On raising the window, lo ! there I did espy 
An old man, perhaps in age well-nigh 
Three-score years and ten, feebly lie 
Beneath my window, neglected there to die. 

' ' Surely an old scamp, a beggarly tramp. 
Wandered away from his miserable camp ; 
Let him die, he'll never be missed,' 
Said I, while a falhng tear I kissed 
From a loving wife's pale cheek. 
Who, with a spirit lowly and meek, 
Possessed a deep sympathy for human woes. 
And would have relieved friends and foes. 
If she could only have had her way — 
But my will then must have its sway. 
And oh ! it was I, not her, to blame. 
For then, in my worldly, ambitious fame, 
I would say, let them go as they came. 
Let their condition be their own shame. 

"But, stranger, would you know my story. 
How in splendor and earthly glory 
I once lived to my heart's content, 
In idle luxury, which has my fortune spent— 
The gaming table has its share, 
And the wine-cup has a portion fair. 
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Since a beggar on the street I've come to be ? 

It seems to me I can faintly remember, 

'Twas on a cold night in the month of December 

That I wandered in darkness alone 

On the deserted street in the search of home. 

"When some one, catching me by the arm. 
Said 'Come this way, we mean no harm.' 
They led me into a dim-lighted room, 
Where everything seemed a dismal gloom. 
There they told me she was dead, 
But I did not realize what they said. 
For it seemed to be a cruel dream. 
To crush my heart with trials unseen. 

' ' But now I know, it must be so. 
For many years I've wandered to and fro. 
In quest of something, I hardly know — 
It must be her sympathy I loved so. 
But ah ! woe is mine, she is gone ! 
Has gone to rest, and I'm left alone." 
So to the wintry blast he bowed his head, 
In a faint, low voice he quietly said, 

*'Let him die, he'll never be missed," 
Then in death the earth he kissed. 

Thus ends the sad and tragic story 
Of a youth who, in manhood's glory. 
Sought to ride high on ambition's wave, 
Gratified every wish his heart did crave. 
But for the wine-cup, the enticing bowl. 
He lost both his estate and peace of soul. 



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A VISION. 

In the still watches of the night, 
When the silvery moon threw her light, 
Softly through curtains thin, around the room, 
Chasing away the shadows of nightly gloom. 
As the hours drearily passed away. 
While I watched beside my little boy, 
Our household pet, and fondest joy. 

His fevered brow pressing my cheek. 
With anxious thought, weary and weak, 
I scarcely knew whether I slept or dreamed. 
When a soft hand on my shoulder seemed 
In a strange surprise to call my attention, 
But thinking it might be some nervous invention. 
As my eflforts to scream awoke me, 
*' Perhaps,-' I said, " 'tis nightmare threatens to choke me. 

Hastily I arose to ascertain the cause of this fright, 
When I discovered 'twas but a vision of moonlight. 
So thinking this must be only a dream, I said, 
*' How foolish," and beside my boy on the bed 
I softly laid me down, and closed my eyes, 
Methought, to sleep again, when in surprise, 
I felt a light touch from the same soft hand. 
Being awake, I had my feelings under command, 
And said, " This must be, can only be, imagination, 
Caused by excitement or nervous prostration." 

When again by this unknown visitor another demonstration 
Impressed my consciousness with a soul-stirring sensation, 
Which seemed to take possession of my mind, 
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Saying, ' ' Let us go back to the place and find 
Where God first made his creatures, and man. 
And see how he was created, and on what plan 
Was he made to rule and govern the earth ; 
For a ruler over the animal kingdom was he at birth." 

First, let us look into the beginning of all creation, and 
behold the great and infinite wisdom of our divine Creator, in 
creating this grand universe. Behold his power, when he called 
forth out of the illimitable depths of darkness the marvelous 
realms of light, and in the bright firmament above fixed the 
blazing sun to give light and warmth by day, and the moon to 
regulate the seasons thereof. Behold, the starry host which 
attracts the admiring gaze of millions of people, and absorbs the 
most penetrating thought of learned philosophers and scientists,* 
and see their uses, and missions which they fill in the vast 
expanse of heavenly space. For many of the heavenly planets 
have been noted as precursors of certain events by astronomers. 
They say some planets denote war and bloodshed, some denote 
earthquakes, storms and tornadoes, others denote peace and 
prosperity, and they all have a signification, which men will, in 
ages to come, understand what now seems to them earth's mys- 
teries ; but he must gain this knowledge by labor, day after day, 
as God has said, for man's transgressions he must labor for all 
that he justly acquires. 

And now I seemed to wander away in other fields of 
thought, pertaining to my own affairs, when this secret possessor 
of my mind would call me back, saying. Let us return to 
where we left off". After God had framed the world and its 
planets, and placed them in their respective positions, to be gov- 
erned by fixed laws, called laws of nature or natural laws, he 
then called forth from the great fountains of the deep, and 
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flowing gently down through the valleys in living (Streams, for 
the refreshing of earth's creatures. 

And God now looking out upon the earth, beholding its vast 
plains and naked hills, a waste of barrenness, caused a mist to 
rise and fall upon the whole face of the earth, which brought 
forth the springing of the grass, and all manner of herbs yield- 
ing seed after their kind, clothing the earth with a beautiful 
mantle of verdant greenness. Behold, the Author of all that is 
good, grand, and beautiful, how magnificently he displayed his 
infinite powers of beauty and taste, when he planted the beauti- 
ful flowers all o'er the hills and valleys, so profuse in varieties, 
that it is almost beyond human conception to conceive a correct 
idea of their difierent kinds and true characteristics, tinted with 
every hue, reflecting every shade imaginable — the bright red, the 
rich scarlet, the beautiful crimson, the pink, carnation, damask, 
and ruby, and the golden colors of yellow, orange, amber, and 
the delicate cream tints, the beautiful sky colors of blue, 
besides the many complementary colors of lovely shades in 
abundance, to ornament the valley gardens of earth. 

Behold now this beautiful earth, man's paradisial home, with 
its blazing star shedding its transcendent Hght o'er its beautiful 
fields of fruits and flowers, invigorating them with its glowing 
sunshine of light and warmth, as it passes its' allotted course in 
making the period of day, and sinks beneath the azure sky, 
when night veils earth's beauties in her sable garments of dark- 
ness, and the morning stars peering through her mystic veil sing 
together for joy, as the silvery moon rises in queenly niajesty 
with her shimmering rays of lucid light, sweeping away the m}^s_ 
tic veil from o'er these beautiful scenes of silence. 

Let us now, as we view nature in its primeval state, with no 
living creature to mar its unbroken scenes of loveliness, nor to 
enjoy its bounty and munificence, know that the Author of these 
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view, when he created everything so good and beautiful, for we 
behold no evil things growing among the many useful and orna- 
mental things of earth, no briars nor brambles, no thistles nor 
thorns find a ^lace here. Nay, but this is a land of cooling 
shades and beautiful sunshine, where the silvery streams of cool 
waters gently wend their way through shady groves, through a 
land of fruits and flowers, unmolested their crystal waters rip- 
pling o'er their pebbly beds pursue their onward course. And 
as God looked out again and again, each day, to behold his crea- 
tions, he was pleased with them and said they were good. 

Arid not having yet created any living creatures to make use 
of the things of earth, he now created the beasts of the field to 
feast on the rich tender herbage of green pastures, and slake 
their thirst in the purling streamlets of cool sparkling water, and 
the flying fowls of the air to flit in the sunshine and shadows of 
leafy bowers, picking the luscious fruits which grow in abund- 
ance, building their nests whilst warbling their songs of love so 
free; and the fishes of the sea, the finny tribes of the sunny 
waters, sporting in the sunlight of heaven, all these had God 
created, but not man, and being pleased with all that he had crea- 
ted, he said. Let us now make man, and give him dominion over 
the earth and all of its creatures, that he may rule over them. 
Behold what a princely seat man is to occupy, to be a ruler over 
such a kingdom as this, a land of milk and honey, a land of 
ambrosial fruits ripening in successive seasons of the year, a deli- 
cious food for man and beast, and the beautiful birds of paradise 
in their gay plumage to delight the eye, and the sweet songster 
that warbles forth his sweetest songs of melody, to delight the 
ear, and cheer the heart of man. 

A land of fruits and flowers, 

A beautiful garden of leafy bowers. 

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Sing their songs of love, 

Sweetly to their Maker above, 

Where the bright sparkling fountains. 

Gush forth from the rocky mountains, 

In living waters gently flow, 

Through the flowery vales below. 

Where the creatures freely drink. 

To quench their thirst, at their brink. 

Could aught but love dwell. 

Or a sweeter chorus swell, 

In a lovely paradise like this, 

Where all, all is pure bliss. 
And this, was to be man's home, a home abundantly furnished 
with all that he needed to make him happy now, and in the 
ages to come. There was plenty to supply him in each and every 
age, as they passed down to him, for God knew in the begin- 
ning how he would create man, and Avhat he would need in the 
future. So all things were created in the beginning for his use 
when the proper time should arrive , and the right season for its 
use so as to be beneficial to him; but God was to decide the time 
for its use, as he knew best when that time was. 

As man was but a child in knowledge when created, and 
needed a father's advice and counsel to direct him, until he 
arrived at the years of maturity, accordingly God commanded 
man to obey him, as this was right for children to obey their 
parents, as they love them and know what is best for them. And 
God created man in his own image and likeness, that is, an 
immortal soul, to inherit eternity, yet not in knowledge, as that 
was only a principle feature, to be developed in the proper time, 
as the mind matured, and thus have been enabled to receive it; 
hence a fruit was placed in the garden for this purpose at the 
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Let us see wherein God created man in his own image and 
likeness. We will say when God created man, he created 
him in his own image and likeness, that is, with an immortal 
spirit, which must live through all eternity. And when he said, 
Let us make man in our own image and likeness, he meant evi- 
dently both in a literal and spiritual sense; therefore, while man 
was created an heir to eternity, partaking of this principle from 
his creator, he certainly must inherit some of his natural attri- 
butes from the same source. And as our creator was a ruler and 
his own counselor, and had the power to act for himself, there- 
fore, in order to make' man in his own image and likeness, he 
was compelled to make him a free moral agent to act for him- 
self; consequently he was created a free moral agent and was 
placed in a condition to exercise this power, in a position that he 
might demonstrate the power or ability of a free moral agency, 
as there were two distinct influences surrounding their moral 
atmosphere, for the evil spirit, or tempter, existed before man 
inhabited this earth and was ready to put in his work as soon as 
possible. And God in his wisdom knew this, so he gave to them 
an early commandment that they should not disobey him, inas- 
much as he had created them, loved them, and knew what was 
best for them to have, and as an indulgent father would for the 
love he bore for his children command them in a righteous way 
to obey him, for the sake of their own welfare and happiness, so 
he gave to them an early commandment, that if they would do 
well and be happy, they should not disobey him; if they did, 
what its sure consequences would be. 

For a wise purpose, and through a righteous design, unknown 
to man, for he was then in his infancy, dressed in his swaddling 
clothes of earthly career, not able to comprehend the grand 
objects of his Creator, both the tree of life and knowledge were 
planted in the midst of this beautiful garden of Eden, man's 
earthly home, and of which God forbade them to eat, saying, "For 



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in the day that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die." Thus 
you see, they were to either obey or to disobey God's commands, 
as they were free moral agents, to choose for themselves to keep 
their Father's commands, and enjoy his favor, blessed with all 
they needed to make them happy and contented in this their 
earthly home, or to disobey God's commands, and receive the 
rewards of punishment, which they so justly deserved; for this 
was the only alternative left between God and man, the creator 
and creature, as it is impossible for a being so wise and good as 
God, to lie or to contradict himself. And when he says that he 
created man in his own image and likeness, an agent to choose 
and act for himself, we must admit, though he foreknew all 
things, though he foreknew man's destruction by his disobe- 
dience, yet he could not stretch forth his hand and prevent man 
in choosing the evil instead of the good, as he was his own agent 
to choose and act for himself, and if God had interposed and 
forced men to do right, he would, in thus doing, have destroyed 
man's free moral agency and contradicted his own word and 
work; hence man was left to act for himself. God loved man 
and did what was in his power, as a just and righteous Father 
could, to save him from his fall, in commanding him to shun the 
evil (ere the devil had a chance to tempt him), telling him iis 
fearful consequences if he did not. 

And shall we blame God, because man chose the evil instead of 
the good, when he knew its dreadful consequences ? God forbid. 
Or shall we suppose that man had as much right to believe the 
devil as he did God ? For what evidence had he that the devil 
would advise him for his welfare, as he had never before demon- 
strated any kindness for him. Then had man any evidence that 
the devil would bestow a blessing which God would withhold 
from him ? None whatever, but he had every evidence that God 
would bless him, as he had so often done before, if he would 
«obey his commands. But the devil was now ready, with his sub- 



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tile device, to pat his work in. So he assumed the form of a 
serpent, in order to deceive the woman, saying to her, "that 
this fruit which God commanded thee not to eat, is good and 
pleasant, and will make thee wise as gods, knowing good from 
evil," and "thou shalt not die in the day that thou eatest 
thereof." This saying sank down deep into their hearts, and oh! 
what a fierce struggle ensued between life and death. They 
knew it was wrong to disobey their Father, yet the thought of 
being as wise as God, was a momentous thing; that it would be 
too grand, an achievement too glorious to miss. Perhaps they 
thought it would be worth dying for, as they could not realize to- 
the full extent, all the horrors of death (or perhaps they reasoned 
with themselves like people do now, that God was too good to 
punish them), and now, being fully persuaded, put forth thair 
hands and plucked the forbidden fruit (oh! what a victory for 
the devil, he has accomplished his fiendish design) and did eat,, 
and their eyes of understanding now being opened, they began 
to realize what they had done, and hid from the Lord. But alas! 
foolish, erring children, thou couldst not hide thyselves nor sins- 
from the Father, for when the Lord went out into the garden, in 
the cool of the evening, they had secreted themselves, to hide 
from him. But when God called to them, and asked why they 
acted this way, they answered, "Because they were naked," 
thus acknowledging their guilt. And the only reason they 
could give for their disobedience was, they had been by the ser- 
pent persuaded to eat of it, because the fruit was pleasant and 
good to make them wise. Consequently they transgressed the 
righteous laws of their Father, and thereby fell from their 
purity, entailing the great misery of evil upon all mankind. Had 
they rebuked the devil, as the Savior did, when he was tempted 
by him in the wilderness for the space of forty days, when the 
devil offered to give him power over all the kingdoms of the 
earth, if he would only bow down and Avorship him, who said, "Get 



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thee behind me, Satan, for thou shalt only Avorship the Lord thy 
God, and him only shalt thou serve;" and if the Avoman had only 
said, "Get thee behind me, thou evil serpent, for the Lord our 
God, who gave us this beautiful garden of Eden for our home, 
and supplied us with all that we enjoy, commanded us not to eat 
of the tree of knowledge, for in the day we did, we should surely 
die. So go your way; and tempt us not to do that which we arc 
forbidden," oh! how much woe and misery might have been 
avoided. 

Now let us view the other side and see what man would have 
been, if he had not transgressed the laws or commands in eating 
the forbidden fruit of knowledge. Would he still have remained 
in bhssful ignorance of God's creation ? Or would man have 
acquired a sufficient knowledge of the creation as he gently 
passed down the silvery stream of time, to have fully met the 
demands of earth's progress in the ages which he lived. Yea, as 
they passed on, and on, down Time's rapid stream, he would have 
acquired sufficient knowledge to have answered all of life's pur- 
poses until the fullness of time would arrive, when he would be 
fully developed, matured in mind, a full-grown man (instead of 
a child), having learned all the natural laws of .creation, his mind 
would now have been prepared for a stronger food, in the way 
of thought or mind matter; meat instead of milk could have been 
safely used, to his advantage. He would now have been too 
strong for temptation too overthrow him. And the Almighty 
Father, who gives out of his abundance to his children all they 
have need of, seeing the time had come when man was prepared 
for this knowledge, would have freely given it to him, and so 
enlightened him, insomuch as man would not only have known 
good from evil, but to fully understand and know the relation- 
ship existing between him and his Maker. Yea, all the mys- 
teries of this life would have been solved, and they would have 
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which gives us the history of man in the garden of Eden, also 
says there is a time and season to every purpose under heaven. 
'Tis said, one truth explains or confirms another, and is always 
admissible when both are substantiated through or by the same 
authority. Then if we say there was such a place as the garden 
of Eden, and the tree of life and knowledge was placed in the 
midst of it, we must admit that they were put there for a pur- 
pose, and as there is a time and season to every purpose under 
the heaven, there was evidently a purpose designed in the plant- 
ing of the tree of life and knowledge in the garden of Eden, and 
a time and season for its use. And as God tempts no man, it 
was not put there for a temptation (as some foolishly suppose), 
but through a righteous design, for the Scripture (Eccl. 3:1) 
says, "To everything there is a season, and a time to every pur- 
pose under the heaven." Therefore, it is conclusively set forth, 
a clearly proven fact through the divine teachings of the Scrip- 
tures, that both the tree of life and knowledge were planted in 
the garden of Eden for man, as a blessing if it had been used at the 
proper time and season, and did not require man's transgression 
and fall to obtain it, but required his strict obedience to his 
Father's commands, and patience in well-doing, until the fullness 
of time had come, when God, seeing it would have been good 
for him, would have freely given it, for he freely gives to those 
who love and obey him, and withholds no good thing from them. 
And we certainly must admit, as rational, reasonable and intel- 
ligent beings, that a great many things we know to be blessings, 
which, if used imprudently at improper times, would prove very 
injurious, and probably a curse to us. And would it not be sim- 
ple in the extreme, for us to say, because we used anything inju- 
diciously and out of season, and it proved disastrous to our well- 
doing, that we could not help it when we knew better, and say 
that God ought not to have placed in our way such things, as he 
foreknew all things, and that he intended for us to do these foolish 



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acts, so that he might have an opportunity to punish us for them. 
And as some foolishly suppose, to show us his power to save fal- 
len man, he placed the tree of knowledge in the garden of Eden, 
knowing that man would be tempted and yield, and thus give 
him an opportunity to display his power and goodness, by 
stretching forth his strong arm to save his people. Nay, I tell 
you, God had no necessity to resort to any such folly as this to 
demonstrate his infinite power, which surpasseth the understand- 
ing of mortal man; neither to curse us, in order to bless us after- 
wards. Away with such folly and sheer nonsense as this. Let 
God be true if every theory be false. 

Now, let us illustrate the more powerful truths by the simple 
ones. What would you think of a woman who would persist 
in feeding to an infant fat meats, or bacon, because she was told 
it was good for man, to give him strength, and this infant boy, 
she thinks, needs strength and nourishment to make him grow 
strong and fast, and feeds it on a diet unsuited for its tender 
stomach, and thus deranges its digestive organs ; and if it does 
not destroy its life, makes it a miserable invalid? Does this 
foolish act justify her in saying that God was unjust for placing 
such a strong diet within her reach ? Must he remove this bless- 
ing out of the reach of man, whom it was designed to bless? 
to prevent unwise and foolish mistakes ? Nay, this meat at the 
proper time of life, and in season, would have been a blessing, 
instead of a curse. 

So Adam and Eve made the same mistake ; they should 
have, in their infant days of earthly career, used milk instead of 
meat, and when the proper time and season in life had arrived, 
it then would have proved a blessing. We may use a thing 
unwisely, to our great injury, and find a timely remedy to alleviate 
or to modify the wrong, and thus prevent a total wreck of 
happiness or existence ; but would it not be the height of folly 
for us to say we were compelled to make use of injury in order 



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to apply the remedy ? So God prepared a timely remedy to save 
his erring children ; yet it was not the design nor will of the 
Father for them to disobey or transgress his laws in ol'der to 
apply the remedy for the evil. Nay, but it was man's own 
choice, as he was his own agent to act for himself, and fell a 
victim to temptation, the same that men do to day. The tree of 
knowledge was no temptation, but the syren song of the devil 
to which they listened, and thus became infatuated, was the temp- 
tation. We have just as much right to say that the kingdoms of 
the earth was a temptation set before Christ to tempt him as 
the tree of knowledge was put in the garden of Eden to tempt 
man, as the devil oftered to give Christ all the kingdoms of earth 
to fall down and worship him, and, if such a thing had been 
possible, then they would have said God put the kingdoms here 
to tempt Christ^ — this is just as plausable as the other saying. 
The devil is man's tempter, not the things of the earth which 
God created for man's use and pleasure. But God so loved his 
people, whom he had created for a pleasure — though they had 
committed such gross sins, unreasonable sins, violated his right- 
eous laws, which were only made for man's benefit, and great 
gain had he obeyed them, that he sent his only begotten son into 
the world to atone for man's sins, that he might be saved if he 
desired it, if not might be lost. For it is not the will of God 
that any man be lost, but his own acts, for by man's acts or 
works will he be justified or condemned. And we to-day are in 
the same position that our parents were, when in the garden of 
Eden. We are free moral agents, to act for ourselves. We can 
obey our Father's commands and reap eternal life, or disobey 
them and reap eternal death. For God is not responsible for 
man's sins, as he is his own agent to choose for himself, and if he 
prefers death to life, justice says that he shall have it, and the 
man who is lost hath only himself to blame, for he that will, can 



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be saved, for the great physician is at hand ready to heal the sin- 
sick soul, if it will only accept the treatment. 

Then, oh man ! why bring up false accusations against thy 
Maker ? false theories to justify thyself in thy wickedness, when 
the loss sustained thereby is all, all thine ? Why not accept 
Christ thy Savior and be healed, and turn from thy sins and do 
the works of the righteous and live. For those who doeth the 
works of righteousness shall reap eternal life, but those who 
reject Christ and doeth the works of unrighteousness shall reap 
eternal punishment. 

Then, oh man ! know ye, that God is justified in all things 
whatsoever he doeth, and it is his great pleasure that all men 
might be saved. Yet he can not force anyone to be saved, as 
God is just, and justice demands punishment for a violation of 
its laws. God is a righteous law-giver, and gives to all men 
alike. He is no respecter of persons. He looks at man's heart, 
not his appearance. 

Now let us take man as he is by nature, and view him from 
an original standpoint, and see what kind of a creature he is. 
Man, in his views (speaking in a general sense) is a very one-sided 
creature, for he only looks at the side which pleases him best, and 
tries to measure God's justice by his own poor, misguided feel- 
ings, for man's judgment is more or less perverted by selfish 
motives, and self interest. But God, the All- Wise Ruler of 
heaven and earth, who knoweth the hearts of men, and needeth 
that none should testify unto him, is able to pass righteous judg- 
ment on all men. 

Now let us see what kind of a creature man is, or what shall 
we compare him unto. 

What kind of a creature is man ? And what shall we liken 
him unto ? To demonstrate the character of man more fully to 
the mind, we will illustrate him by the simple natural laws of 
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can not fail to see the analogy. For instance, we will compare 
man to a kind of fruit, or nut, with a kernel encased in a hard 
shell. We will say that the kernel represents the spirit of 
man, the shell the natural body. And though the shell may 
to all outside appearance be very rough and unseemly, but 
crack it open and there you often find a plump, well-filled, 
healthy kernel. Then again, you may pick a nut with a smooth, 
nice shell, and crack it open, and there, in all probability,' 
you will find an ugly, wrinkled, deformed, unhealthy kernel, 
encased within this beautiful shell. So it is with man. You 
cannot tell by his outward form what kind of a soul he has 
within him. His form may be beautiful, his external nature 
seem perfect, but his spirit may be sin-scarred and blackened 
with crime, "a whited sepulcher, filled with dead men's bones." 
Then again we often find, though the outward form of man may 
seem uncouth and unseemly, yet there is something prepossessing 
about him ; his soul, with its bright congeniality, seems to beam 
forth with a divine inspiration, emanating from its divine Father, 
sjpeaking the true and noble sentiments which can only come 
from the heart of a genuine type of humanity. For man is a 
being of exponent parts, composed of two distinct natures, 
mortal and immortal, "the seen and unseen." The mortal or 
natural part of man, the body, the form which we behold with 
the natural eye, like stU the natural or visible forces of nature, is 
the weaker part of creation, since we see the great combined 
forces of unseen nature are greater and more powerful than the 
visible. Hence we see the component parts of nature symbolizes 
man. For in nature we find both a visible and an invisible crea- 
tion. In man the visible creation is his body, the invisible his 
soul. In nature the visible or external views of nature, and the 
invisible power or forces of nature, which comes in the form of 
tornadoes, and in its terrific fury sweeps everything before it. 
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viewless ; his disastrous effects are, nevertheless, most sensibly 
acknowledged. Therefore, with such demonstrations of power 
as these, we dare not deny their existence. Hence man is taught 
conclusively by nature that he is a creature of component parts, 
of mortality and immortalit}^, the mortal body and the immortal 
soul, and as the unseen forces of nature conquer and subdue the 
natural, so shall the spiritual or unseen power of man conquer 
and subdue his natural or visible creation. 

And how are we to know anything concerning the future 
state of man, only through the divine oracles of God, 
written by man through inspiration, and the teachings of 
nature ? And if we would find out or solve the mysteries 
of man, we must be a zealous student of nature, for there 
we will find that all earthly creatures, though of very 
different forms, and created for varied uses, are more or 
less governed by the same laws of destination. For we have 
numerous instances of this law, of minor importance to that of 
man, the noblest creation of God, yet we can demonstrate the 
more powerful and wonderful creations with the minor ones. 
And for an illustration we shall use one among the most insig- 
nificant creatures in solving the mysteries of the more grand ; 
in other words, to simplify the change or transformation of man 
into a future or higher life, beyond the dark portals of the grave, 
by the transformation of one of the insect tribes — for instance, 
the detestable caterpillar, which crawls through creation, sub- 
sisting wholly upon the green vegetation for its nourishment, 
changes its loathsome form into a beautiful butterfly, to bask in 
the glowing sunshine of earthly light, to cull the sweets from the 
fragrant flowers. So man, encumbered in this tenement of clay, 
heir to all the ills of life, crawls through creation as the misera- 
ble worm, until death, the transfonnation, makes him an heir to 
eternity, disrobes him of mortality, and clothes him with the 
light of immortality, to see and know as he is known. 



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If we will study nature and learn all of her natural laws, 
which govern all earthly objects as well as living creatures, we 
will find with an impartial eye that the divine Scriptures are 
in perfect harmony with the laws and teachings of nature ; and 
it must be absurd, to say the least of it, for a man to deny the 
truthfulness of anything because his feeble miad is not capable 
of comprehending it, as there exists so many things that we 
can't conceive their origin, yet we dare not deny their existence. 
'Tis true that we may form an idea concerning their origin, but 
can we demonstrate it to any certainty? Conclusively, we 
cannot. 

Earth's but the shadow of heaven. 
Only a type of better things to man given, 
While we travel through this shadowy land. 
Pilgrims to a fairer and better land. 
Then mistake not the shadow for the thing. 
For wisdom will to her children bring 
The true blessings they so much desire, 
If their minds search and for truth aspire. 

Then seek and you shall find the way, 
It is open for all, who will come may. 
O come, ye weary, worn travelers to-day. 
While the sun shines make your hay. 
Lay aside your burdens of doubt and fear, 
Ere the clouds of sin obscure thy skies so clear. 
For without substance shadows cannot appear, 
But vanishes as your real life draws near. 

We have but to look to see the love 
Manifested to us by our Father above. 
For think you of a single thing on this land. 
That was created with thine own hand ! 
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To you in love, by your Father in heaven. 

Though your joys and pleasures be mixed with pain, 

The clouds will vanish, the sun shine again. 

Then ye drooping souls, be of good cheer. 
For soon you'll reach a land not so drear, 
And as ye journey on, day after day, 
Though trials and troubles meet you on the way, 
Oh, lay your burdens down at night 
At the foot-stool of Jesus, he is thy might. 
He will guide and direct thee in the way 
That leadeth thee to a home of eternal day. 

Oh, let not the devil lead thee astray, 
In saying that God has set in thy way 
Temptations and trials too strong to bear — - 
Knowing thy weakness, thy soul to ensnare. 
Nay, but thine only tempter is the devil. 
Who seeketh to bring you down to his level. 
And your inheritance of happiness to destroy, 
By using the blessings God meant you to enjoy. 



A PRIZE TO WIN. 

We must bear the cross. 

If we obtain the crown ; 
Be refined from the dross, 

To reach the fields of renown. 
No prise is e'er won 

From the fields of fame. 
No task is e'er done 

That we can e'er claim 
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As a conqest of honor secured, 
But what perseverance has matured. 

Then, as we trudge along 

Life's weary, toilsome road, 
Where cares our pathway throng, 

And shadows darken our abode, 
Let us not in despair despond — 

After every storm there's a calm. 
And in the beautiful beyond 

We'll for every wound find a balm, 
To heal our earthly sorrow 
In the eternal sunshine of to-morrow. 

The greatest inventions of man. 

The brightest lights that shine. 
In the dark ages began. 

Only a spark gleaming in the mine. 
Touched with the magic wand. 

Of ambitions, perseverance and toil, 
Has brightened into a world most grand, 

A reward to the lioncst sons of toil. 




PROSE DEPARTMENT. 



HIGHER LIFE. 

There is a higher life for man, a higher, a nobler life for us 
to fill; a higher life that we must attain to, or sink lower, as 
there is no level grade in life. We must either come up to the 
standard of a true man or woman, or sink beneath the dignity of 
one. Then let us ask ourselves the question, take it right home 
to our hearts, and try to solve the query as truthful^ and intel- 
ligently as possible, and that is. What is life, and what is its true 
purposes? 'Tis not only to eat, sleep, and to live; nay. But 
methinks I hear some one say, It is to work, work, work, that 
we may have something to sustain life, for who can have any- 
thing to eat and to wear unless they work to make it. Some 
work with their brain to make labor for other people. This is 
the way the world wags anyhow. If you haven't the brains you 
must work for those that have. That is your own misfortune. 
You must not stop to inquire whether you have any sense or not, 
but just go straight forward in life, and you'll get through some 
way; you are bound to. There is a diss o I: ind>id.ials who 
never look to one side or the other, perchance to see anything 
new, but go thl'ough life and never know anything outside of 
their work. So you see this class of people are what jou might 



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properly call common tools for other individuals who go up 
higher in life. 

Do not understand me to say that work is degrading; far 
from it, for labor is both grand and glorious. But my friends, 
perhaps we do not in every sense of the word thoroughly under- 
stand what labor really is, as the word labor embraces a vast 
meaning, for there is not anything accomplished only through 
labor. If a man does not labor with his hands, he does with his 
brains, which is often more exhausting. The word labor is sim- 
ilar to the word hfe; they are synonomous terms. You know 
perhaps as much about one as the other. You think labor is to 
work, and to work is labor, and life is to live, and to live is life. 
To sum up the whole matter, there are a goodly number who do 
not really understand the true theory of either. " 'Tis not all of 
life to live," "neither is it all of death to die," for if we fail to 
live to life's true purposes, eventually falling short of the great, 
grand and glorious position in the higher life of intellectuality, 
we have sadly failed to live our whole life, we have lost the best 
part of it. Oh! what grand inexpressible delights might have 
filled our souls in a pleasing transport of eternal felicity, had we 
but grasped the golden opportunities whilst within our reach. 
But ah! alas! with a goodly number-— 

Those precious opportunities and happy days. 
Like the sun's beautiful golden rays. 

Are fleeting and flown on speeding wings of endless time, con- 
veying the news of sad disappointments and wrecked hopes to 
the invisible world of futurity. 

"Neither is it all of death to die," as temporal death is only 
the gateway into a future world, where we will reap what we 
have sown in this life. If we have missed the grand and true 
purposes of life, we certainly will reap remorse ahd disastrous 
failures, whilst others who took hold of life's duties earnestly. 



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and improved their talents in the golden moments as they were 
given to them, one by one, will then be enjoying a happy fruition 
in the glowing sunshine of eternity, reaping the delighted rewards 
of industry. Now is the accepted time. Delays are dangerous. 
They are highway robbers ; they steal our time and often our 
life's happiness. Then let us be up and doing. Take time by 
the forelock. Make the best of life we can. 

"For luck is pluck," I say. 
And " where there's a wiU there's a way," 
And those who follow precepts true 
Will make hfe a success all through. 

' Tis our mistakes we make in life 
That brings our care and strife. 
For hfe, lived practically, is a scene 
Of happiness and contentment, I ween. 

For wherein does true happiness lie ? It certainly is not in 
fashion nor folly. But it surely dwells in the inward bosom 
of man. 

If no peace nor pleasure dwell there. 

Tell me, if we'U find it elsewhere. 

If in the gay and giddy dance 

You should meet smiles, by chance, 

Twould only be a mockery of the soul within, 

To veil the true feelings of a life of sin. 

For the gay trappings of earthly show 
Can never make happy a life of woe. 
Silks and satins apparently may cover shame, 
But the heart within with the pangs of blame 
Must sufier on, a fettered prisoner still. 
Bound by the unlearned human will. 
You have often been told to watch and pray, 
But watch as well as work, I say. 



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For us to be successful in any branch of business or industry 
we must of a necessity understand it thoroughly. Hence the 
importance of the culture and development of the brain. For 
the brain was given to man for a special use, and the more it is 
cultivated the greater use we can make of it, as the brain is the 
propelling power of man, and without it he would be nothing 
more than brute creation — would possess, ailike the animals, 
instinct enough to protect himself. Now we understand that 
instinct is a natural attribute belonging to man as well as the 
lower animals. But the intellect is a divine faculty, which alone 
belongs to man. And I say tliere is no man (and when I say 
man, I mean woman, to be sure, as I think she is man's equal in 
this respect) but what has brain sufficient to make a perfect man 
of himself, if he would only strive to cultivate it up to its 
proper standard — have all of its faculties fully developed. 

There is a higher, a nobler life, for us to fill, 
Subject to our own power and will. 
Then let us our progressive elements expand, 
Have them for usefulness always at our command. 
Yes, there is a higher, nobler life for man. 
Beyond this mystic veil's narrow span. 

But some one, perhaps, is ready to say that all men and 
women can't make smart men and women. They can, to the 
full extent of their brain. My friends, you do not know, you 
can not realize, the capacity of your brain until it is fully devel. 
oped. You know not what hidden treasures lie dormant beneath 
the uncultivated soil of your brain. You know not where nor 
how much precious gold lies in the bowels of the earth, awaiting 
development. And the brain of man is a mine of wealth and 
luxury, a mine of rich thought, awaiting development. 

And friends, you certainly are responsible creatures for this 
neglect of duty you owe to yourselves and to an all-wise Creator, 



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who has entrusted great and precious gifts to your care, that 
you have neglected and suflered to lie buried underneath the foul 
and corrupt soil of ignorance and crime, thus falling short of the 
place and position in life designed for you by your Creator. 

And oh ! what fearful consequences must await us in the 
future for such willful neglect on our part ! Now we all know 
that people's common excuse is, that we can't all be philosophers, 
consequently they don't try to be anything save a common tool 
for the sake of money. If we can't all be philosophers, we can 
be just what God intended we should be, if we would but use 
and develop the knowledge he has given us, be that large or 
small. 

Every one has their own individual capacity, and if our men- 
tal capacity is small, it is very essential that each and every 
faculty should be carefully cultivated and developed ; for we have 
none that we can well afford to lose, then it is wise to make the 
iDest use of what we have. And if we are blessed with a large 
capacity, it is given to us for a special and grand purpose, and 
we can't well afford to risk such a great responsibility by such 
willful neglect. Of course some people have a larger capacity 
than others, which is clearly demonstratecl by nature, for 
we see as many perfect objects in nature of a diminutive form as 
we do larger ones. So far as nature is concerned, we find as 
many perfect objects, or men and women of a small stature to be 
as perfect in their form and respective portion of intellect as the 
larger ones. Why not ? 'Tis just as easy to make most any- 
thing as perfect on a small scale as on a larger one. Each and 
every one have their own portion of intellect, if any at all. I 
cannot say whether it be large or small. 

But be it what it may, let us strive to cultivate it and bring 
-forth each and every faculty to its proper standard. Conse- 
quently we will have more perfect men and women, and not so 
many substitutes. You may frequently hear people say that it 



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would not be well for society at large to have universal educa- 
tion. Why ? Because, they say, there would be too many smart 
men and women trying to make a living without work. Now, 
my dear friends, this is a sad mistake, as you very well know 
that an active brain is not indolent. And you seldom, if ever see 
a lazy, indolent man or woman smart, or a smart man or woman 
that is lazy. If you think you do, it is only your own mis- 
take. You are only mistaken in the capacity of the individual. 
For it is an evident fact that a lazy, indolent person does not 
possess an active brain ; if they did, they could not be content 
in idleness, consequently would not be lazy. 'Tis not culture that 
makes people indolent. It is most assuredly for the want of it. 
This indolent disposition of people is but their own natural 
instinct. Some persons have as their native instinct, industrious 
habits. Some have as a natural instinct, thieving, roguish habits •> 
others the reverse to this. Each and every one have their own 
peculiarities in their native instinct. It is not culture that make& 
thieves and rogues, but often prevents it. Education and culture 
never caused any man or woman to err. But it was their own 
native element, their natural instinct was to err. Culture only 
enlarges the capacity. Without it they would do as much if not 
worse crimes, in ignorance. 

You sometimes hear it said that an education makes fools of 
some people. This is a mistake, as they were fools in the begin- 
ning — t'was not their education made them so. And we had as 
well have well-informed fools as illiterate ones, as they are about 
as profitable. We need never to be alarmed about our having 
too many smart people in the world. Let us have all we can, 
the more the better. For people are like the flowers and tender 
plants of the earth. Each kind of a flower has its own pecuhar 
fragrance and beauty. Also the herbal plants have their peculiar 
uses in the economy of nature. So each and every individual 
possesses his or her own peculiar talent. And the culture and 



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development of man is similar to the cultivation of plants and 
flowers. It only makes them more useful and beautiful, without 
a change of their natural use. As you are well aware that with 
the finest cultivation in the world, you could not produce a 
geranium from a poppy plant, neither could you cultivate mus- 
tard plants so as to produce cabbage. Certainly not. But with 
the proper cultivation you could produce a finer flower of its 
kind, and a more perfect plant of its kind, which would increase 
its usefulness in the economy of nature. 

So with the education of man. You cannot change the color 
of his skin, neither his original disposition. But with the proper 
culture you can fit him for a higher, a more noble and useful 
life — a greater pleasure and benefit to himself and society. Now 
there is a false idea prevalent among the common classes of 
people, and that is, they think it only requires an education for 
literary pursuits. But, my friends, this is a grand mistake- 
Your minds need to be cultivated and developed, no matter 
what occupation in life you intend to follow. Because men are 
educated, that does not necessitate them all to be lawyers, doctors 
nor statesmen. Far from it. We want educated men and women 
in each and every avocation in life. Then we will be more suc- 
cessful and enterprising. 

We need well-educated men for farmers, mechanics and for all 
tradesmen, fully as well as for lawyers and other professional 
men, as there is a science in all professions of life. Farming or 
agricultural industries is looked upon by a large majority of 
people as an inferior profession or drudge life. One of the 
greatest reasons for this is for the want of the proper instructions, 
of a higher development of the intellectual faculties. Farming 
is a good profession, if properly followed, and needs as much 
scientific research as any other branch of business, and should be 
one of the most independent and self-sustaining professions 
there is to-day, if men would but try to make it so. 



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But fanners are like a great many other people whose minds 
and tastes do not run after a literary life, conclude there is no 
use of any education, any further than enough to know how to 
spell, read, and write a little; so they can read the newspapers 
and write to their friends occasionally. They think they were 
born farmers, and farmers they must be; and their boys are born 
farmers, and farmers they must be, whether they want to be or 
not. And their daughters are educated in about the same way 
as their sons. They are house-maids, and milk-maids, for they 
were born in that station of life, and accordingly must stay there. 
And if they can read and write a little, that is sufficient, as they 
never expect to go up higher in life, consequently have no need 
of any more. 

This is one among the saddest errors in our land to-day, in 
the way of intellectual and moral development. To see the hun- 
dreds of bright-eyed, intelligent boys and girls growing up into 
the years of woman and manhood, with their youthful minds 
stagnated by surrounding influences of commmonalities, as the 
mind is certainly developing all the while the physical form is 
maturing. Then how necessary to have early training to culti- 
vate it, and enlarge the reasoning faculties before bad principles 
are inculcated and pernicious habits are formed, making a revolt- 
ing l^arrier to the ingrowing of a better spirit. 

You know not what your boys and girls might be, if they 
had only the opportunity. You know not how many great 
statesmen might be developed out of a country life, nor how 
many great women might spring into a world of usefulness and 
renown from a rural country home. I see no reason why they 
should not, as the country, so far as nature or natural objects are 
concerned, is far more favorable for both the moral and intel- 
lectual development than city life, as there they are surrounded 
with more of God's works and less of man's. For what is better 
calculated to inspire within the mind a more lofty and noble feel- 



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ing of awe and admiration than to wander along l:)eside a stream, 
where its clear purling w^aters is gently flowing down its onward 
course, shaded by the majestic old oaks, that have perhaps wit- 
nessed a century of years, and could, if they had the power of 
speech, tell many a tragic story and romantic legend of yore, 
that now stand as a monument of time and strength. 

It is not the profession that makes the man, but the man that 
makes the profession a success. To be successful in any enter- 
prise, we must have the right kind of material to work with. 
People too often value an invidual for the sake of a title, when 
really they do not deserve it, and this is an evil that is robbing 
our country of worthy men and women, as this a strong tempta- 
tion for the ambitious, restless spirit of the youth to grasp after 
to secure a name, whether they deserve it or not. When an 
empty name will fill the place and position in life that one full 
of merit would, why then (say they) expend so much time and 
labor for something you can have without. This is the feason 
that we have so many quacks among our professional people. 
We should not trust to an individual's outward appearance, but 
endeavor to find out their true principles. If they be good, 
value them for their merit; if they are bad, discard them at once. 
We must learn to discriminate people, to find what their difler- 
ences are. And in trying — 

To find what their princiJDles are, 
Judge us not by the dress we are able to wear. 
Nay, judge not the person by their dress. 
Esteem them for the noble qualities they possess. 

Never the gee-gaws of a cox-comb admire, 
Never his fair-spoken blandiloquence desire, 
In self-respect always civil gentilit}^ demand. 
Enhance thy charms only by virtue's command. 



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And now, my dear friends, we should lay aside all foolish 
notions and technicalities, false pride and prejudice, and look at 
life as it really is, as something that is real, that is earnest; not 
an imaginary dream, a floating gossamer on the silvery wings of 
fancy, only to be shocked by the fearful awakening out of its 
sweet slumber of ideal bliss into stem realities. We must view 
life as it is, and look to our everyday surroundings, and see if it 
is lived practically. 

Ah! methinks when thine eyes are lifted up with the hope of 
seeing, thine heart will sink in sickening disgust at the sight of 
so many miserable failures and wrecked forms of humanity. 
Therefore it would be useless for me to tell you, that there is a 
great and grand work for us to do, as you are not blind in regard 
to your duty, only indifierent, and that is so much worse on 
your part, for indifierence is a greater evil than blinded igno- 
rance. And, my friends, that feehng of indifierence is one of 
the darkest clouds that hangs over this beautiful land of ours 
to-day; fully as disastrous to good morals as intemperance. 

For indifierence is one of the largest boats 
That on life's broad-bosomed ocean floats. 
Sailing rapidly o'er its turbid waters wild. 
Bearing its cargo of human souls as a wayward child, 
To the homes of misery, want, and woe, 
Eobbed of life's chiefest blessings by this vital foe. 
O then let us rouse up and shake ofi* this stupor of indiffer- 
ent slumber, and awaken ta a full sense of our duty, and try to 
save ourselves, our children, our neighbors, and our neighbors' 
children from a life of immorality, wretchedness, and woe. Let 
no one excuse themselves by saying that they can't reform the 
world. Nay, but you can do your part, and that is what no one 
else can do, as each and every one have their own influence. 
"Words and actions are not meaningless; they have a signification 



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of their own. If 'tis not good, it is certainly evil. Every word 
we speak does good or harm. 

A trifle, a little word not rightly spoken. 
May make a friend heart-broken. 

Therefore, we should be very careful how we characterize 
ourselves. Remember, the greatest and grandest objects of life 
are made up of little deeds, actions, and words. Would you call 
a man or woman gi*eat or noble, who never did but one good 
deed in their lives ? Certainly not. 

A man's life is chiefly made up of little deeds; if good in 
their combination, they make him a great and noble man; if evil, 
they make him a desperate piece of wrecked humanity, as it is by 
the combination of small things or particles and unity, that any- 
thing of importance is ever completed. For there is nothing in 
nature that came into existence a complete form. The thousands 
of shining leaflets which adorn the forest trees were not complete 
until they grew in nature to be so. Every spire of grass, vine, 
leaf, and flower, grew little by little, until they became perfect 
in nature. So it is with all of earth's creatures; they are subject 
to development. 

Now, we understand that development is divided into two 
distinct classes, natural and artificial, and might be properly sub- 
divided into four classes, inclusive of moral and spirital develop- 
ment, and that natural development belongs to all earthly objects 
as well as living creatures. Artificial development is something 
acquired above or outside of the natural outgrowth, which may 
belong to animals as well as man, for we often see animals 
taught to perform many wonderful feats, which, as a matter of 
fact, is not their own natural ability. But moral and spiritual 
development belongs alone to man, and if he neglects to cultivate 
and expand these higher orders of development, he is not much 
above the brute creation in the way of enjoyment and usefulness. 
So, my friends, it is clearly demonstrated, that we can perform 



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life's duties one by one, ultimately making life a great and grand 
achievement. And for us to excuse ourselves by saying, we 
can't reform the world. This is just as simple as for a merchant 
to close his doors and say, because he can't sell all the goods in 
the city he won't sell any, and a mechanic to lock up his tools 
and say, because he could not build all the houses in the city, he 
would not build any, and the farmer to say, because he could 
not cultivate all the land in the country, he would not cultivate 
any, and the doctor to say, because he could not possibly go to 
see all the sick people in the city, he would not go to see any 
patient. Then we would be in a fix, and getting fixer every day, 
as we could buy no goods to wear. Then, I know, the ladies 
would make a terrible racket. We would soon have no houses 
to hve in, and nothing from the farm to eat, and if we managed 
to live through these difficulties, and happened to get sick, as we 
frequently do, we would have to die and end our miserable exist- 
ence, as we could get no physician to come to our relief, because 
he could not relieve everybody, he would not relieve any. 

Now, my friends, they say, 

'Tis a poor rule that works only one way ; 

It is a false theory you see. 

For the latter excuses are in every degree, 

As practical as the former ones. 

Then let us not excuse ourselves by saying that we can't 
reform the world. We don't expect you to do it, but you can 
do your part, and that is something no one else can do, and that 
is all we ask you to do, is your part, and that would influence 
some one else to do their part, which, as a natural consequence, 
would induce others 1 o do their part, and so on, until you would 
know not where nor how far your influence might extend, nor 
how many human lives you might save from a total wreck. 

Now, we must take the common-sense view of these things, 



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and value them just for vhat they are worth, for 'tis this way 
you know yourselves, that there is no one so low down in life, 
nor so mean, ignorant, nor indolent, but what have their influ- 
ence. And if Jim Jenkins should reform, his friend. Bill Smith, 
would follow suit, as he would tliink himself as good-looking, 
smart, and of as good parentage as Jim Jenl^ins, and if he could 
reform and make a man of himself, could see no rca on why 
he should not. And perhaps a half dozen more of the associates 
would follow the example through the same influence. And if 
you are an individual of a good moral, influential standing, so 
much more good you can do, as your influence is so much 
greater, for it is not confined only among your associates, but 
runs out in a much larger circle. And you know not to-day how 
many young men and wojiien you hold in command through 
your influence. Then, my friends, be careful how you wield 
that power, for if it be evil and demoralizing, oh! what fearful 
consequences await you, what dreadful responsibilities to answer 
for. Then let no one excuse themselves by saying, they can't 
reform the world. You can help, and your help is as much as 
any other individual's help of the same capacity, and all of our 
helps combined will make one grand whole help. 

Oh! that people were as deeply interested in moral, mental, 
and social culture as they are in the getting of wealth. Yea, if 
they were half as much interested they would find it a compara- 
tive easy task to live a higher, a nobler life than they now do, 
I tell you, my friends, " where there's a will, there's a way" to 
do most anything. And when we find no way, there's no will to 
search for it, consequently it is not found. And when I hear 
people say, they can't do anything. I know they don't try. 
Their interest is not there, as their incapabilities lie mostly in 
their disinterestedness. 

What is the great aim and object of life ? Is it not a struggle 
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reflect, as reflection is what we need in tliis age of the world, and 
from the word reflection we convey to the mind two or three dis- 
tinct ideas. First, is a pause, or consideration which is valuable 
to us, as it often prevents harm through hasty conclusions. Sec- 
ondly, from reflection an idea of light is thrown upon anything, 
which is very essential, as we need all the light we can get, and 
as little darkness as possible. Thirdly, an image thrown back 
by reflection, which is very useful to us, as it often shows us our 
ugly actions, when otherwise they might pass unnoticed. Then 
reflection, in every sense of the word, is what we need in this 
age. People act too often on a momentary impulse, without 
mature judgment; hence we see so many miserable lives fraught 
with wrecked hopes, mocked by the dim shadows of the past. 
When life's early morn, like the sweet-scented rose, unfolding its 
tender leaflets, imbibing the genial warmth of the glowing sun, 
invigorated by the sparkling gems of heaven's dew, was opening 
into a life of loveliness, in a moment, by one rude blast, lies a 
wreck of shattered beauty. So in life's early morn, when out on 
the grand old ocean of time, your life-boat is quietly sailing o'er 
its gentle and heaving tide, glowing in the transport of moment- 
ary happiness, often drifts away from life's more important 
duties, seemingly unconscious of the stormy clouds of care and 
danger that constantly threaten to shipwreck your tottering barks 
of hope, until they are capsized and run aground on the shoals 
of defeat and disappointment. Ah! 'tis too late then, to pine o'er 
your lost and ruined hopes. But now is the propitious time, for 
we can only claim to-day, as to-morrow may never come to us. 
Then, my friends, let each and every one take hold of life's 
duties in earnest, and go to work, not for the glory, but for the 
good we may do. And if we have been negligent in the past, let 
us make amends for it, by our faithfulness in the future. Let 
our precepts be such that no reproach can follow in their foot- 
steps, as our advice and admonition to the young will avail noth- 



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ing, if our precepts are not worthy o.f example. And when we 
advise the young people to shun certain vices, we must not 
indulge in them ourselves. And if we teach them to be careful 
of their associations, to have no companionship with immoral 
persons, we must of necessity discountenance all such ourselves. 
Pass their crimes by with no degree of allowance, neither for 
pity's sake, nor any other sake, as the young must have exam- 
ples either to profit by or follow. We must have a beginning 
and a stopping place somewhere, and the sooner the better, else 
the world will go to ruin. 

Some people, for the sake of financial interest, pass by the 
greatest crimes of immorality unnoticed, when otherwise it would 
be to them a perfect horror. But the almighty dollar will cover 
a mountain of sins from the eyes of this world. Now, my dear 
friends, this is an evil that is bringing down its thousands of 
young people into the " cess-pool of crime" and degi-adation, as 
they say your example and precept teaches them that money 
makes people respected with neither principle nor good morals. 
We must disown and discountenance immorality for the crime 
itself, in whatever form it comes. Neither respect it for its 
money, nor disrespect it on account of its poverty, but the crime 
itself should be condemned by all good moral people, no matter 
what form it comes to you in. Let us take the common-sense 
view of life and make it practical, and lay aside those foolish 
notions and prejudices in regard to a man or woman's occupation 
or position in life, making them a superior or inferior being to 
that of his fellow-creatures. 

Let us look at a man or woman's principle and intelligence as 
a more important and worthy attainment than wealth or fine 
dress, for what is more disgusting to a sensible man or woman 
than to see a mass of ignorance wrapped up in fine goods. Intel- 
ligence lends an air of grace to an individual, — gives them a 

noble appearance that cannot be mistaken for cheek, as cheek is 
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the oflfspring of ignorance, and is disgusting in any place you 
find it, and the fore-runner of premature thought. Precept and 
example are the two great controlUng powers of the moral uni- 
verse. They must either save the world, or sink it down into the 
lowest depths of degradation and crime. If you doubt this asser- 
tion, just look around you in every-day life, and see the hundreds 
of people who profess to be good, moral, and even some of them 
Christian people, who by precept and example you could not dis- 
tinguish them from the common class of immoral ones. Then is 
is it any wonder that crime and immorality has such a terrific 
reign in our country? 'Tis not a strange phenomena to any 
close observer, one who reflects, as they see incidents of this 
kind occurring every day, recognized by the general public. 
Th'ere are a great many false notions, nowadays, prevalent 
among the people, and we should try to search them out and 
locate them, as people often err in trying, as they think, to do 
right. This is for the want of investigation, for we should never 
do anything without a reason or motive, and be sure it is a good 
one. Individuals so often act on the impulse of the moment, 
and, unless they are well disciplined, nine times out of ten they 
do wrong on such occasions. You must investigate, you must 
train your mind to know right from wrong, and when you meet 
with either one of the gentlemen, Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong, you 
will not be mistaken, but you will know exactly how to salute 
him. But some people think it a Christian duty, or feeling, to 
be what they call sociable with every one they meet, but, my 
friends, this is a false position to hold, as we are commanded not 
to keep company, neither to bid Godspeed to an evil-doer ; if so, 
we are partakers of their evil deeds. If an individual is guilty 
of any crime, or immoral conduct that we hold ourselves above 
doing, they have no right to claim recognition from us. And 
when we recognize such an individual socially, we commit an 
error against ourselves and families, and the public good morals, 



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becanse our influence for good among the youth is lost, as they 
would say, "you don't practice what you teach." And because 
we have business transactions with individuals does not compel 
us to associate with them, neither to recognize them in society, 
outside of a business affair. And if .every one would act con 
scientiously in this matter, regardless of the few nickels and 
dimes they might lose from this class of persons, they would 
soon see quite a revolution in society circles, as this low class of 
immoral people would soon learn that decent and respectable 
individuals would not notice them an further than business com- 
pelled them to do. Consequently this would be a very forcible 
example for the young to profit by, as they would dread the very 
idea of being discarded and abandoned by all of the respectable 
class of society. Hence, you see the propriety of precept and 
example. If otherwise than this, the young people say, in their 
reasoning : "What does it matter how I conduct myself, or 
whether I have a good reputation or not, as it is not a man's 
character that makes people respect him and recognize him in. 
society, but his money and fine apparel ; so the money and fine 
clothes I must have, get it any way I can — it is about the same ; 
so I get it, that is all that is necessary, as it will give me friends, \ 
character and a position in life." But, my fl'iends, it ought to 
be a very low position. For what is money worth to an individ- 
ual without any moral standing ? Not anytliing, further than to 
satisfy a morbid appetite and a temporary gratification of lustful 
desires. And when this is said, all is said in the way of a 
benefit. 

As filthy lucre can never satisfy the soul, 

For its inward craving of glittering gold 

Is to purchase both happiness and health, 

Fully as much as honor and wealth. 

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For wealth cannot quiet the conscience within 

Of a life of suffering, shame and sin. 

No visitation of disaster incidental to human life 

Embraces so vast a realm in misery and strife 

As the deviation from moral rectitude into the disgrace 

Of immoral shame, which hides her blushing face, 

And mantles her brow with a dismal cloud, 

To veil the inward feeling of thoughts so loud 

That perchance they might unawares betray 

A life ol reproach, contempt and dismay. 

Eemember, our lives are what we make them, 

That for good or evil om* friends must take them. 

Then, it is of the utmost consequence that strict discipline 
should accompany our every-day walks of life, that we throw no 
shadows in the beautiful, bright pathway of the youth. As we 
are the advanced guard, only a few years ahead of them, instead 
of leaving stumbling stones for them to fall over, let us remove 
them, as this is our duty. 

And the great responsibilities for them let us feel, 

"As life is earnest, and life is real." 

Let oar precepts and examples always be 

For the young, life's sequel undisguised and free, 

As there's no inspiration of the enlightened soul 

That is so great, and grand, in life's control. 

As those hallowed influences, imparting new grace, 

Giving hope and strength to a down-fallen race 

Of the power of erring man to reform and redeem 

A degraded life to the favor of moral esteem, 

And as days, months and years roll on. 

May we see the returning of a mighty throng 

From the wayward paths of folly and crime, 

To a life of usefulness, more deserving and sublime. 



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My friends, there is, perhaps, a great deal more of import- 
ance attached to precept and example than many of you are 
aware of. It undoubtedly wields a greater influence over the youth- 
ful mind than instruction, as we see the youth who has been reared 
in the country, and lived a rustic life, as a general rule possess 
better morals, with a greater development of their natural 
powers, than those who have been reared and educated in the 
glow and glitter of city life. As children who have been accus 
tomed to city life from infancy, their j^outhful minds are mostly 
developed by precept and example, for the sense of sight to the 
external organs is far more impressive on the youthful mind 
than instruction is to the eyes of the understanding. Hence you 
see the power of precept and example, as you could not doubt 
for a moment but that the city mothers love their dear little boys 
as fondly as a country woman, and take as much pains to teach 
them the right way to honor and usefulness, and to shun the evil 
ways of life, that inevitably bring destruction to those that 
practice them. 

But look a moment, if you please, over your city, and see 
whether those boys and girls follow their mother's instructions, 
or the precepts and examples they have before them every day. 
I will leave this for the public morals of your surroundings to 
decide, as that will be more conclusive and convincing to your 
mind. 

And you are well aware that some of our greatest men and 
woman have sprung from a country life. Why ? Because they 
had good instruction in early youth at home, when the mind was 
unencumbered with the cares of the world, and was susceptible 
of early impressions, which are lasting. And the precepts and 
examples were appropriate to the occasion, thereby giving point 
and force to the instruction they had received, thereby gaining a 
more ready access both to their understandings and hearts- 
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tion is not worth anything unless followed by the right kind of 
precept and example, as most any individual could, from the 
right sense of feeling and sympathy, give good advice, but oh ! 
so few have the moral courage to face the world in right, and set 
the proper precepts and examples which are to reform mankind, 
if it should happen to be deleterious to their financial afi'airs, as 
that almighty dollar is too precious to be lost, if it sinks the 
world in degradation. 

And oh ! my friends, have you never thought over this matter 
seriously. If not, just pause a moment, and when you fully 
realize the true import of your actions in regard to your financial 
afi'airs, as being of a greater importance than the kind of precepts 
and examples ihat you give to your children for an inheritance, 
you will see that you are then setting a price upon their lives and 
future prosperity. And this very thought should be one of awe 
and astonishment to every thinking man and woman, for there 
are none of us excused from the duties we owe to ourselves and 
our fellow-creatures. No matter what avocation in life we follow, 
we are all alike responsible. We are responsible for the higher 
development of our intellectual faculties, it matters not where 
we live nor what our occupation is. If in the bustling city or in 
the quiet country home, we need the higher development of the 
living principles of the mind. 

And we need educated women in every avocation of life, fully 
as much as men, for they have an important work to do in the 
great drama of life. But, I'm sorry to say, there is a false idea 
among a goodly number of ladies, like it is with some men — 
they think it is of no consequence whether they are educated or 
not, any further than to read and write a little (so they may read 
their husband's love letters, if he gets any, as some of them do, 
frequently to their shame) unless they intend to follow a literary 
life. But, my dear lady friends, this is a false theory, for an 
education and a cultured mind fits women for a higher and 



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nobler life, qualifies them for a greater usefulness, as it makes 
them better wives, better house-keepers, better mothers, and 
more pleasant companions for their friends. Just think, what 
is more pleasing than to meet with an intelligent, well-cultured 
lady, who possesses a noble, affable disposition? For such ladies 
you always find highly entertaining and instructive, courteous 
and polite, especially to strangers. 

For ignorance is self-conceited, proud, arogant and puffed up 
with bigotry. And when in public assemblies, if you will note 
those who curl the lips with scorn, and sneer at those whom they 
think are not so well dressed as themselves, you will find that 
they are those who have by accident come into possession of a 
little money, and being burdened with their ignorance, try to put 
on unnecessary style, as this is their only resource. As they 
have more style than brains, then of course it comes first. 
Never in my life have I envied this class of people, but God 
.knows my heart has always pitied them for their ignorance. 

There is none but what have their weakness. 
For such we should, in the spirit of meekness, 
Reprove their faults and pity their delusion, 
As it is in vanity they are given this illusion. 
Then in a higher, a nobler sense of duty, 
Let us view life in all her primeval beauty. 
When the stars sang together for joy. 
When peace and good will without alloy, 
To man on this beautiful earth was given. 
To make his home an earthly heaven. 
But ah ! wayward man, tell me not 
That fate decreed your unhappy lot. 
'Tis your cowardly weakness that is overcome 
By the tempter, when the victory is won. 

But, my friends, you know full well "that 'tis human both to 



232 POEMS AND PEOSE. 

err" and to excuse, as people never do anything but what they 

can find some excuse for doing it — 

If 'tis next to nothing ; a poor one, 

They say, 'tis better than none, 

For the highway wickedness of to-day 

Has among multitudes of people its way. 

And oh ! my dear friends, how long 

Shall this be said of a mighty throng. 

Who, underneath their unhallowed feet 

Morally desecrates our liberties so sweet. 

Be allowed unchained and unfettered free, 

To lock up virtue with an immoral key. 

Shadowing the hopes of our sons and daughters ? 

Methinks I hear an echo, come across the waters : 

Oh ! how long shall this dark, dismal cloud 

Our loved ones and loved homes enshroud ? 

Is there no one who will devise a plan. 

Open up the way, and lead the van ; 

That will rally the forces of glorions right. 

No matter how long nor hard the fight. 

To drive away the gloomy clouds of to-day 

Which darken our skies with sad dismay ; 

Ere vice and crime for our hopeful morrow 

May add to our hearts a new sad sorrow ? 

Then let us lay aside all foolish pride. 
And march on to victory with a gigantic stride — 
Heed not the stormy clouds which lower, 
And the shadows that gather around our door ; 
But look onward and upward with hope, 
For in life's ever-changing, uncertain scope, 
We see in the distance a beautiful star. 
Beaming brightly in the future afar. 



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Oh ! bright and beautiful star of hope, 

We see thee as a spark at a distance remote. 

We hail thee, in thy glorious form. 

Beckoning to us in life's fearful storm. 

And though the night be ever so dark, 

With hope in the palpitating heart. 

Blazing up in the despair-frozen bosom, 

Kepletes our soul with an inward heaven. 
'Tis hope, yon bright little star which we see in yon dark- 
curtained future, amidst the murky clouds of despair, which 
seems but a pale, glimmering spark afar, almost quenched by 
the unceasing showers of melting tears, poured from the dismal 
clouds of grief and care. But whilst we are rapidly drifting down 
time's herculean stream, drawing nearer to the hidden realms of 
and the lamp of life is fast waning, it begins to brighten eternity,. 
as the life-giving rays of hope beams with a crystaline light over 
the shrouded vale which hangs between us and the morrow ; 

As in youth, so when thy locks are thin and hoary, 
It still reigns in the bosom with all its glory. 

Then, my friends, if we have neglected life's duties, and 
though we are in the sear and yellow leaf, let not the declining 
years be an obstruction to the good we may yet do, as we are 
living examples to the young, and past experience has taught us a 
lesson that we should not soon forget, as we can now look back on 
life's bewildering track and see the many precious opportunities 
which we have so wilfully neglected, and sensibly realize their 
loss. For we feel the great burden of responsibility rests on the 
parents and guardians of this age, for the great immorality that 
now exists; for this vile cloud of licentiousness and dissipation 
has not just sprung up into existence, but has been gradually 
rising and accumulating for a number of years, and through our 
negligence and indifference has assumed its present fearful 



234 POEMS AND PROSE. 

magnitude. And whilst a goodly number of us have not 
acquiesed in these evils, yet we have recognized them in not 
having noticed and condemned their evil practices. We have acted 
on the principle of taking care of ourselves and allowing other 
people the same privilege ; and in so doing we have allowed evil 
influences to grow up among our children, to contaminate their 
minds with corrupt principles. 

Then, in order to protect ourselves and their future welfare, 
we are, of a necessity, compelled to take active and energetic 
measures to awaken the people to a full sense of their duties ; as 
they have, through, indifierence, fallen into a deep slumber, and 
are unconscious of the dangers that are hovering around them. 
And when once fully awakened to a complete realization of the 
great power and influence of immorality which is thrown around 
the youths of to-day, methinks every pure-minded moral man 
and woman will bravely step into the ranks, and by their actions 
say, " Here am I, ready to battle for right, which will no one 
wrong. " 

My friends, I tell you the time has come for us not only to 
talk, but to act. We must take a decisive stand either for or 
against immorality. A line of demarkation must be drawn in 
society circles. We must let our actions decide whether or not 
we are for reformation and good morals. We must try to rescue 
as many of the fallen race as we possibly can, and try to save 
others from a like disgrace. 

This is an age of progress in arts, in scientific research, and 
discoveries, and why not improve the morals and higher life 
of man, that is, his intellectual developement ? The standard 
in which society has arrived to, at the present day, no lady or 
gentleman's social standing is safe. They are liable to be assailed 
and ruined any day by malicious tongues. For how often do 
you hear men say, they don't believe there is scarcely any woman 
but what could be induced to step aside faom the paths of virtue. 



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O ! what a shame for a man to say this. Eemember, young man, 
if you have no sisters you all have a mother, whether she is an 
earthly pilgrim or a heavenly saint, I know not. But be that as 
it may, how would you like to hear such intimations about her ? 
Methinks that it would not be very palatable. O, I know how 
some men look at this. They say they have seen so many do 
thus and so, that their confidence in woman is shaken. But how 
is it on the other hand ? Have the women no cause to lose con- 
fidence in man ? Do not men deceive women ? Nine cases out 
of ten man is the instigator of woman's wrongs ; the records will 
prove this. "Woman is as false as she is fair," is a proverb 
among the young men of to-day. Why ? Because so many 
poor, untaught and misguided girls have been persuaded by 
profligate, immoral young men to step aside from the moral 
paths of rectitude into a life of shame and disgrace. , their beauty 
having proved a snare to their soul. So, young ladies, beware 
when a man praises your beauty ; be sure it is for no good, for 
when the eyes are ravished with beauty the mind is liable to err. 

When we see society so demoralized and depraved as to look 
upon every stranger that comes into a community or city with a 
suspicious eye, 'tis a sad, sad thing, indeed. 

In view of the foregoing facts, with the most degrading forms 
of immorality which prevail in all of our large cities at the pres- 
ent day, it is an evident fact that the time has arrived in which 
all good citizens who feel an interest in the common weal of our 
country, in order to protect and secure good morals among the 
youth, should take active measures at once to counteract those 
evil influences, to retard their onward progress by uniting 
themselves into reform societies where they can meet together, 
and establish a code of laws, rules and regulations to govern its 
members, in connection with a literary department for the 
encouragement of home literature among the youth at large, as- 



236 POEMS AND PEOSE. 

the nation's future prosperity depends largely on the morals of 
its people and their intellectual power. 

We know 'tis common to hear people say they don't believe 
in secret societies. That little word, secret, is a terror to many 
people's minds. They are by that bugbear, like they are by a 
good many others, they are frightened when there's none to be 
found. They do not consider that we must enjoin secrecy in a 
certain part of an order's workings to secure protection from 
imposition from outside parties, and enable us to recognize each 
other without the knowledge of others. People say a great 
many things without due consideration. We must not rely 
altogether on what people say, but investigate for ourselves, a& 
people's say doesn't amount to much every time. 

Just take a perspective view of men's public afiairs of to-day^ 
and see what means they have to resort to for protection, in the 
way of organizations. For instance, we have the Knights of 
Labor, the Farmers' Alliance, and the United Brotherhood, 
besides a dozen of others that might be mentioned, organized for 
the purpose of protection against other organized bodies. And 
if people organize into societies to protect their financial inter- 
ests, why object to reform societies, as they protect both 
personal and financial interests. As the world grows wiser, we 
need more wisdom and precaution to carry us through it su(3cess- 
fuUy, for we have the wiles of the devil and the wickedness in 
highway places to contend with. 

Some object to organizations on the plea that a man can form 
a resolution and live up to it just as well outside of a society as in 
one. But how often is it they do these things ? Not one time 
out of twenty. Resolutions are very easily made, but very 
hard to keep by a large majority of people, unless they are 
restrained. 

Some will say, I don't believe in secret orders. Why ? 
Because I never saw much good in them. And perhaps, my 



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friend, you are one among the many fault-finders, who never find 
much good in anything that does not exactly harmonize with 
your feelings. My friend, you must remember that other people 
have a right to know something as well as yourself, and are just 
as likely to be right as you are. Before you make a decision 
jou must look to cause and efiect, and whatever has a tendency 
to benefit the greatest number of people is good. And if we 
can organize reform societies to reclaim the thoughtless, way- 
ward youth, and a place people can look to for aid and pro- 
tection from the degrading influences of immoral vices, which 
surround them in every day life, and be a restraint for the un- 
suspecting youth in the hours of temptation. Why ? Is it not 
a good thing ? 

You need not tell me it is no restraint to belong to an order 
of this kind, as reason teaches us better than this ; for we all 
know that a young man is more apt to succumb to temptation 
when he thinks that he is violating no pledge, and is under no 
obligation to any one. He feels just like he is free to do as he 
pleases — 'tis no one's business — and that he will just do it this 
one time, and won't any more. So in this way young people are 
led on step by step into ruin, when if they had been restrained 
by their honor and reputation they might have been saved. 

And where there is one that violates their pledge and sacri- 
fices their honor, there are two who do not, in these reform 
.societies. And this should stimulate us to work. 

Now, my friends, if there ever was a time in the history of 
jour lives when your work was needed, it is undoubtedly now, 
for the harvest is great and ready to be reaped, and the laborers 
are few. There is no sane man or woman of any age or experi- 
ence but what will favor good moral precepts and examples, 
whether they practice them or not. Then we want your 
influence in this grand work before us. Many of you have sons 
and daughters who are daily exposed to the most degrading 



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forms K)i society. Will you not try to arrest this debauchery 
and crime, which seems to fill the very air we breathe with its 
obnoxious poison, or will you allow this great privilege to pass 
unheeded ? Oh ! be careful how you act, as this is a matter of 
great importance to you, my dear friends. Perhaps you may 
not realize it just now, as pedplo often realize their duties 
when it is too late. But God forbid that in after years you 
may realize it to your sorrow, the neglect of duty to your 
children. "For how often do we see fond parent's hearts wrung 
with bitter anguish ; sorrowing their gray hairs are brought 
down to a premature grave. " For what ? For a lost and ruined 
son or daughter, when perhaps their future prospects were a& 
bright and promising as yours are to-day, when the demon 
overtook and decoyed them into his satanic dens of vice, where 
they are now lost and ruined, just for the want of timely pre- 
cept and examples from those in whom they had confidence and 
looked to for protection. But may the all-seeing eye of our 
Heavenly Father, who knoweth the ways and means of all men, 
so direct your minds and hearts that you may never have cause 
for remorse in this your action of duty. 

Then while the day-star of hope brightly beams in our bosom, 
and the future prospects of our children unclouded by the deeds 
of darkness, let us put our heads together and work for the good 
of each other — put our shoulders to the great wheel of reforma- 
tion and keep it rolling until it makes a grand and complete 
revolution in society. For it has arrived to an awful crisis ; it is 
fearful to any reflecting mind to look ahead in the future, for the 
rising generation, unless something is done to remedy these 
degrading influences of immoral conduct, and elevate the minds 
of the youth by teaching them to control and subdue their animal 
passions, and cultivate their intellectual capacities more, as the 
higher development we have of the intellect, the less animal 
organism we possess, consequently we would have a higher and 



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better class of morals among our people, as it is the ascendency 
of animal organism that leads people astray. 'Tis not their 
ignorance of the evils there is in these practices. It almost seems 
now that the demon of all kinds of crime is foot-loose, that he i& 
omnipresent, that people surely breathe the poisonous efiects out 
of the very atmosphere which surrounds them, so demoralizing is 
his influence on society all over the country. 'Tis not an isolated 
case, here and there, once in awhile, among the young people, 
who are liable sometimes thoughtlessly to be led into an error, 
but it is indiscriminate, for about as many of the married people 
are guilty of treachery and criminal conduct as the younger 
ones. 

What a shame this ought to be to all intelligent people. 
These facts are developed every day in our immediate vicinity. 
Husbands and wives are quarreling and separating ; perhaps a 
husband in a fit of jealousy kills his wife and then commits 
suicide ; perhaps a wife has been deceived, and, heart-broken, 
puts an end to her miserable existence by suicide, or perhaps 
she elopes with another woman's husband, who abandons his 
wife and children and goes ofl' with his neighbor's wife. Why, 
this state of aflkirs is loathsome and disgusting to aU pure- 
minded people, and is ridiculous in an enlightened nation, as 
ours is to-day. It is worse than the heathens, for what they do 
is in ignorance, and deserves pity rather than censure. 

Now all these evils arise from deception, the effects of bad 
associations. Let the world grow wiser and better, not wiser 
and worse. I feel like the good people of our country are 
beginning to realize the necessity for a change in the public 
morals of our people, to the advancement of our future welfare 
and prosperity as a civilized and enlightened nation, and are try- 
ing to reach the means through the temperance cause. But I 
fear their arms will prove too short, unless they have the proper 
auxilliaries. We must teach people right from wrong before we 



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can force them to a conclusion, and to punish a lot of violators 
we must not encroach on the liberty of others. 

As for temperance, I have practiced it strictly all of my life 
because I believed it right. I am an advocate of temperance in 
all things, more especially whisky. Yet I think that immorality 
has fully as great a demand on our attention as intemperance, 
for the temperance cause has been ably discussed for the last 
twenty years, and has accomplished but little in the way of 
social morals. It needs appropriate auxilliaries to encourage 
and stimulate the young, to show them the beauties and benefits 
arising from good morals, and the evils arising from intemper- 
ance, and to restrain those who are not habituated to strong 
drink from encouraging the popular sentiment of its use by not 
joining temperance societies, as they claim the pledge enjoined 
by temperance societies is not temperance, but strict prohibition, 
and debars them of their rights and liberties as American citi 
zens, for which many, many men would rather die than to 
sacrifice. 

Then let us not bring up the temperance cause as a political 
issue, but a question of morals. And in this grand moral asso- 
ciation, we do not ask them to make a surrender of their rights 
and privileges as free American citizens, only their duties which 
they owe to themselves and families in helping to restore society 
to a state of good morals. 

Then, my friends, let us lay aside all foolish pride, and divest 
ourselves of all party prejudice, and join in one of the noblest 
schemes of modern invention, in the moral and intellectual 
development of the higher life of man. As our world certainly 
grows wiser, let us help to make it grow better, as this is our 
precious privilege of to-day. For we have a great and grand 
government, one of the grandest republics in the world of free 
institutions. Then let us enjoy its glorious privileges, while we 
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tree ; its boughs are reaching far out and upward into the beauti- 
ful horizon of the future, and its glorious renown is envied by 
all the nations of the earth. Then; whilst we are sweetly repos- 
ing underneath its cooling shades, sheltered from the scorching 
heat of tyranny and anarchy, in grateful remembrance and 
appreciation of the trials and struggles of our forefathers, the 
founders of our grand republic and noble institutions, to pur- 
chase these precious Kberties that we so lavishly enjoy, to make 
a great and noble people of their posterity. Then let us not 
retrograde, fall short of life's grand purposes, thereby defeating 
the greatest objects and aims of their hopes and life struggles, 
and though their bodies lie inclosed in the silent tomb, yet our 
actions should demonstrate to the world that their minds and 
noble deeds still live in the hearts and memories of their 
descendants. 

So let us, with eager grasp, 
Seize each moment as they pass, 
To accomplish some good in life's task. 
For mankind in each and every class. 



WISDOM. 

Wisdom, that has long lain wrapped in mystery, is now 
gently unfolding her ample robes on the wings of time, spread ^ 
ing her genial rays of light on the dark vale of future years. 
Like the dawning of the sun on a dreary day, all around us 
seems dark and gloomy, rayless and cheerless ; but presently the 
blazing sun dazzles with his melting beams, dispels the hazy fog, 
and, as the mist slowly rolls away, it grows brighter and brighter 
until the lambent flame is universally spread throughout hill and 
dale. 
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Filling our joyless hearts with happy sunshine, 
Driving dull care from our wearied minds, 
Confirms our hopes, elevates our joys, 
Believes our sighs and our fear destroys — 
Making a fine display of the arbitrary powers of Deity,, 
thereby showing us how soon the dark shades of misfortune can 
vanish. So wisdom unfolds her gigantic pages one by one, 
diffusing light into the dark cavities of superstitious ignorance, 
renovating society to a higher state of refinement, until finally 
it will expand throughout the whole universe, which doubtless 
was intended from the beginning of creation, as we have fair 
illustrations of the fact through the divine agency of an all-wise 
providence. For if we will notice closely the works of nature, 
we will find that everything is formed with profound wisdom, 
even from the smallest pebbles to the huge mountains, the least 
rivulet to the largest river. In the first formation of a mountain, 
we readily understand, begins its outgrowth from the minute 
pebbles and small grains of sand in accumulating with each other, 
gradually growing for a number of years, ultimately forms a 
gigantic mountain. And likewise the small rivulets flowing 
together, and depositing their small streams of water in the low 
flats, which in flowing ofi" forms branches and creeks, thus soon 
produce large rivers, lakes, gulfs and oceans. 

And when we take their general properties and uses of their 
different formations, we find some very fine illustrations. The 
mountains, though they seem so unsuited for the residence of 
man, yet they have their uses in the economy of nature. They 
accumulate the moisture, thereby producing clouds, which send 
down cool and refreshing rains on the parched and thirsty earth, 
gently reviving all nature. And the rivers, though so ill-shaped, 
have their uses in the economy of nature. Their windings 
greatly augment their utility by affording facilities for a more 
extended intercommunication, and prevents such velocity of 



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current as would otherwise iu many streams prevent them from 
being bridged or navigated in safety. 

Thus we see wisdom unfolds her ample pages, 
Disclosing the priceless treasures of hidden ages 
To the ever-searching inquiries of man, 
Enabling him to complete the most difficult plan. 



THE GOLDEN LEAVES. 



"It has been so long, I can scarcely remember that I have 
ever been a bud," said the leaf in a whisper to its companions; 
"but from surrounding circumstances it certainly is an evident 
fact that I have been at one time, but it is so far back in the 
distance that my memory has failed to keep an account of it. I 
can only sensibly realize my present condition. I know that I 
am now looked upon and esteemed by my fellows for my beauti- 
ful golden colors, and can't realize that one attired in suoh mag- 
nificent array ever sprang from such an insignificant thing as a 
bud, yet I am told by my green fellows that I once was as green 
as they. But such a thing seems incredible to my mind. I feel 
as though they must be laboring under a mistake. Then again, 
I discover day by day, they begin to brighten and assume a 
more comely appearance, until some fellows that I have known 
ever since I can distinctly remember, who were once pretty green, 
are now able to present a very respectable appearance, and may 
possibly at some future time, with the grand advantages they 
have in their immediate surroundings of intelligence and noble 
examples furnished them by their superiors, acquire a respectable 
distinction among their companions. Yet we should not tolerate 
such an opinion within their reach^ for fear they should be fool- 
ish enough, stimulated with the idea of self aggrandisement, 



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attempt to ascend the ladder of modern improvement, and with 
the beneficial experience they have undergone in the past decade, 
might in all probability be enabled to maintain a more exalted 
position in the great arena of vegetable existence than ourselves, 
as you are well aware this is an age of progress, and as the 
wheels of time revolve around our leafy kingdom, changes are 
continually presenting themselves, and we should ever be on the 
alert, as we are well aware that our contemporaries are gaining 
strength, for we, more or less, feel a trembling .and a weakness 
every time the wind rustles in our midst." 

Presently a gentle gale passed through them, and a general 
twitter set up between them., whereupon a very large golden leaf 
who occupied a prominent position among the leaves, com- 
placently called attention of his fellow-companions, and in a sig- 
nificant manner said : "My friends, you see from the past 
rebuke, we have triumphantly maintained our exalted eminence 
without sbstaining any perceptible loss ; therefore let us take 
courage from this demonstration of our power, for we have yet 
the reins of government ; let us run it to suit ourselves, regard- 
less of the dictation of any one, especially those green fellows 
who, in their ignorance of the grand glories of the golden leaves, 
could never enjoy such supreme power, for they have neither the 
brains nor ability to govern so grand a kingdom as this success- 
fully ; and to succumb to their power would certainly be detri- 
mental to both parties, and would annihilate the greatness of this 
leafy universe." 

No sooner than he finished his speech, a heavy gale set up 
which brought down every golden leaf in dismay to the ground. 
Being so stunned by the unexpected blow, it was quite a while 
before anything more was heard from the fallen leaves, whose 
bright colors soon began to assume sombre shades, instead of 
their beautiful hues of yellow and gold, when, one lovely 
October evening a wliirlwind began to rustle them around, 



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whereupon one old, dark, crusty leaf, who had in the wind 
soared up among his rival companions said : "I guess you will 
be able to run your government very well. It does not matter 
much any way to us, for we have had our day and enjoyed it, and 
as we have about our race run, we can surely, what little time is 
allotted us in the future, bear what you have, for lo ! these many 
years. But you certainly can profit by our example ; take care 
lest when ye think you have aU the glory to yourselves, that it 
does not suddenly depart when least expected." 

Upon sa3dng this he whirled around a few times and fell 
quietly to the ground, where he was numbered with his lost com- 
panions. 



Ladies and Gentlemen : As I have been requested by the 
committee to have something for your kind consideration 
to-night, I have concluded to make an attempt, and though it 
be but a feeble one I trust in your generous feehng that you will 
make due allowance for imperfections. And I hope if I should 
speak plain in giving' you my sentiments that you take no 
oflense, as my motto is— 

Both to the aged and the youth 

Be sure to always speak the truth ; 

No matter how much, nor what you say, 

Hurt any, or whom it may. 

Be sure your promise to fill. 

Please any, or whom it will. 

And if I" should unthoughtedly tresspass on your patience too 
long, I hope you will excuse me on the rule of a friend's infirm- 
ities to bear. For if, like myself, you possess but a very 
moderate supply of that material — consequently it is easily 
exhausted. However, I shall be brief as possible and only give 
a few pointed \dews on the use and abuse of the liquor traffic. 



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carried on as it is at this day and time. Now we all know that 
ladies, to a certain extent, are by one class of individuals con- 
demned for speaking their sentiments in public. And I must 
say we are too often misrepresented by our bigoted opponent 
because we do vindicate our rights in public. And why not ? 
Are we slaves ? Have we no rights or privileges, save in the 
kitchen and over the wash-tub? Are wjs not free American 
citizens ? If we are denied the right and privilege of voting to 
make laws under which we have to live and abide by, then why 
not let us express our sentiments in public without the taunts, 
jeers and ridicule'of pubhcmen. As we are not allowed to act and 
om^ influence is all we have; then if it be good why not let us in any 
and all places wield it. I do not believe it is proper nor fit for a 
woman to aspire to public offices, neither do I think it would be 
proper for her to go to the polls and vote. That, I think, would 
be out of her place of business. But I do think woman has the 
same right as a man (whether it is allowed or not) to speak her 
sentiments in public. Why not ? You say that woman wields 
an influence over man. Why not let her power be felt in the 
public halls as well as in the private home, if it be good ? For 
doubtless it would not be out of place, as our public men need 
all the good influences that can possibly be thrown around them, 
to shield and direct them in the discharge of the sacred duties 
entrusted to their care and supervision for the good of the great 
masses of our commonwealth. And if a woman's influence is 
good at home and in private circles, it is good in public places 
as well. What it may accomplish is altogether owing to the 
manner and direction in which it is used. But I shall venture 
to say, in behalf of the good women of this city, if their true 
sentiments were publicly known and properly felt, there would 
soon be a radical change in some men's business here, and the 
days of these saloons and other public nuisances would be num- 
bered. No, but the fond mothers and broken-hearted wives 



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must let their tears fall in silence, and their hearts burst in 
stifled sobs of care-worn grief over drunken husbands and sons. 
Why? Because the wives and mothers are women, and it 
would be out of their place to say anything in pubhc. And it is 
a God's pity that more of them were not out of the way a little 
oftener, in this respect, and let their influence be felt abroad, as 
^t certainly is not at home. If it done no other good it would 
be a timely warning to the young ladies to beware, lest they 
might unhappily be caught in the same snare. The only safe 
plan is to remove the temptation from our midst. And until 
that is accomplished, young men, takea friend's advice — 

One who wishes you well : 
Shun a dram-shop or whisky house 

As you would the gates of hell ; 
For to meet him you would be more 
Apt than at your mother's door. 

You have doubtless been told not to listen to the advice of 
^omen ; if you did you would repent it, as the evil spirit was 
first in woman, and she deceived man. Admit this assertion. 
But the same authority says that woman was deceived by the 
Devil or Tempter ; that he was the most Subtle beast of the 
field. So you can see the point at once. The Evil One is 
always represented by either one or the other of the two 
pronouns, "he" or "it", and we all know that a pronoun is 
used instead of the- noun itself. Now I think this clearly defines 
the gender of the Evil One. It is frue that Mother Eve was de- 
ceived, but she was deceived by the same kind of a devil that 
hundreds of other good women are these days, of the masculine 
gender to be sure. And whenever you see woman that has 
fallen into disgrace and shame, when it is fully investigated, 
you will most assuredly find the author of their crime of the same 
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woman was God's last and best creation. This is why so much 
more is expected of woman than of man. If she steps aside 
from the paths of virtue her destiny is doomed. No more will 
she be respected by the better class of people, which is just 
and right. But, on the other hand, let a man be guilty of the 
same crime and people hardly seem to notice it. Why ? Be- 
cause we don't expect much better of men, in one sense of the 
word. If a woman should get drunk, what a terrible thing I 
If a man gets drunk, whips his wife twice a week, give the 
salooon his money, and raise his children in ignorance, this i& 
all right ; he is a free American citizen ; that is his personal 
liberty whic he boasts of so much. 

Poor women, they must submit to these wrongs. Why? 
Because they are imposed on them by men, who claim to be the 
lords of creation, who claim they have the right to make laws to 
govern women as well as themselves. They claim their laws are 
founded on justice and the Bible. If so, why not, you gentle- 
men, the lords of creation, who have it now it your power, give 
us a law by your boasted rights, to protect our happiness, homes 
and firesides. And gentlemen, you claim that you enact laws 
conducive to woman's happiness. If so, prove what you say by 
your actions in this contest for right, which will wrong no one. 
Eemember, young men, the Bible says (2d chapter Habakak,. 
15th verse): "Woe unto him that giveth his neighbor drink, 
that putteth the bottle to him and maketh him drunk," and 
every man who votes for the liquor traffic is putting the bottle to 
his neighbor, to our sons and husbands. For what is the difier- 
ence between the act of those who sell and those who vote for 
them to sell ? One party is just as innocent of crime as the 
other, as they only do what you by your votes give them a right 
to do, consequently you are morally responsible for all the evils 
arising therefrom. Eemember the Proverb, (chapter 16, verse 
25), "There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end 



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thereof are the ways of death." It may seem right to you to 
force this liquor traffic on us, but perhaps in the end you may 
sadly realize your error — 

When life's dark shadows around you fall, 
And fond remembrance to your minds recall 
The untimely end of some loved friend. 
Whose life was plucked by the foul fiend — 

Who is now using all of his subtle arts, young man, to catch 
you unawares in his trap. You may be sure that he will be very 
zealous, will spare no pains if there is the faintest shadow of a 
hope to secure you. Did you know, my friends, that the devil 
preached his sermons from the very same Bible that our minis- 
ters do? Now just think of it, and if you have never took 
notice of it, hereafter just watch him and you will see him, 
every time, take his text either on or in the Bible or about it. 
He will be sure not to overlook it. He will try to prove to you 
his arguments from it, and to make his points out of the Bible, 
when he disbelieves every word of it. But his strong foothold 
lies in your faith in the scriptures. He knows just how to select 
out those passages of scripture to suit his own purposes and the 
misguided views of men. When he makes -you believe, he has 
made his points. 

And now, young man, are you willing to sit and fold your 
arms and let such an one read for you ? Are you willing to have 
him teach you ? Are y(fd ready to act on his advice ? Nay ? 
consider well ; read for yourselves ; act for yourselves, as you 
alone are responsible to God for your actions. Would to God I 
could and had the time to read to you young men all the places 
in the holy oracles where wine drinking and strong drink are 
condemned. But time and space forbids it to-night. I shall 
only give you a few passages of scripture our honorable oppo- 
nent is always careful to leave out. Proverbs, 23d chapter, 29th 

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verse, says : "Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath con- 
tentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without a 
cause ? who hath red eyes ? They that tarry long at wine. They 
that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when 
it is red, when it giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth 
aright. At last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an 
adder, " Solomon says, 20th chapter, 1st verse : Wine is a 
mocker and strong drink is raging, and whosoever is deceived 
thereby is not wise. I think this is sufficient to prove to any 
reasonable unbiased mind the evil effects of whisky, that it 
causes men to despise the sons of God, causes them to profane 
his holy name. And, gentlemen, I will nosv^ tell you what I 
have heard, and what I never heard, and I don't believe any one 
else ever did. I have heard men when under the influence of 
whisky curse God, curse Jesus Christ and even curse their own 
soul. But never in my life have I heard whisky praise God. 
Neither have I heard it curse the devil. Nay, it could not curse 
its father, for so long as a child is under the influence of its 
parent, of course it would not curse him. 

I will close by quoting you one other passage of scripture, 
Isaiah, 28th chapter, Yth verse : But they have also erred 
through wine, and through strong drink are out of the way. 
The priest and prophet have erred through strong drink. They 
are swallowed up of wine. They are out of the way through 

strong drink. They err in vision, they stumble in judgment. 

« 

We are told that death lurks in every flower. 

In the deadly conflict dram-drinking is the power 

That slyly decoys, and finally destroys. 

The greatest number of our friends, husbands and boys. 

To the battle he takes our sword with him to fight — 

'Tis the Bible, our hope and our light. 

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Just when and where to chive his cart. 

I hope when he turns the corner and up the street, 

He will not find any of these young men here him to greet. 

But trusting he will ever find your temperance armor bright, 

I bid you a kind farewell and a pleasant good-night. 



THE TEMPEEANCE CAUSE. 

Ladies and Gentlemen: I suppose you have assembled here 
to hear something in behalf of the temperance cause, and I sin- 
cerely hope you will not be disappointed in your expectations, if 
you only hear a little, as it will be that much good done. For 
by the combination of small things great and glorious objects 
are often achieved, and without unity there can no good be 
accomplished. Then let us unite in one of the great and grand 
causes of our country. Let us embrace every opportunity whilst 
it is within our reach. 

Just look, if you please, at our city and its vicious surround- 
ings, caused by intemperance, one of the greatest curses of our 
land — for instance, the whisky houses and dram shops, satanic 
dens of vice, where all the false allurements of vain pleasures, 
in their most beautiful colors, are held out to the bewildering 
gaze of the thoughtless youth. Thus the artful tempter entraps 
them into his dreadful abodes of sin, and accomplishes his fiend' 
ish work of destruction. "Oh ! fathers and mothers ! where is 
your wonted influence over the youthful mind and heart ?" Can 
not you stay the hand of the great destroyer, who numbers his 
victims by the thousands multiplied by thousands ? Will you 
allow this great privilege to pass, when it is within your power 
to arrest it, and thus save your sons and daughters from the 
destructive influence of whisky ? 

Pause a moment ! be very careful how you act ; this is not a 



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mere trifle, but a matter of grave importance. "O, that you 
may never have to look back on this place with shame or repent- 
ance for the neglect of duty on your part, to your children. If 
you do, be assured that the golden opportunities you have let 
pass for them will then rise up against you, and be paid for by 
years of bitter regret." But God forbid that any here to-night 
should ever have cause of remorse in their action of duty. For 
how often are fond parents' hearts wrung with bitter anguish, 
" sorrowing their gray hairs are brought down to a premature 
grave." For what? Whisky and its evil influences. Then I 
say: Young man, look well to your footsteps ; in an hour when 
you think not the demon may overtake you. Look you at the 
hundreds of young men whose prospects were as bright and 
promising as yours are to-night, who have went down in shame 
and disgrace and fiUed dishonored graves. And young ladies, 
you need to be interested in this cause. You have brothers, and 
some of you may possibly have some one that feels dearer than 
a brother to you, who are exposed to this great evil of mankind. 
Look over our surrounding country and see the broken-hearted 
wives whose prospects a few years ago were as bright and prom- 
ising as yours are to-night. 

But hark ! hear you her sorrowful cries. 
Calling on one whose heart is as stone ? 

See the drops of grief gushing from her eyes — 
Her voice grows faint, her happiness is gone. 

Her fair hand was wooed and won 

By a youth of her playmate days, 
A sister's pet, a fond mother's son. 

But alas, now, how changed are his ways. 

Her warm and tender heart 

Has melted within her bosom. 
She smiles and weeps when they part. 



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Shrinking back into love's prison. 

And in this unholy land of care, 

She lingers her untimely life away — 
The siren song of love has proved a snare, 

Her happiness to grief an unfortunate prey. 

To her, love's young dream is o'er, and alas ! 

Hope from her bosom has forever fled. 
And ere the days of absence can pass, 

Love shall prove withered and dead. 

In her visions fair her brightest joys have fled — 
All to her is a world of despair and gloom. 

She may now well lay that crested head. 
And hang that broken heart o'er the tomb. 



HOPE. 



There is no word in our language more expressive than the 
little word hope. Every one hopes. All hearts are turned 
toward the radiant star, hope. It is the bright meteor that gives 
to the heart the faith which stands as a sure brace for the hal^ 
ship-wrecked vessels of the heavenly saints. Yea, it is that 
oriental star which we see in this sombre world, as we mount on 
the silvery wings of faith to gain a home in heaven. 

Oh ! bright and beautiful star of hope. 

We hail thee in thy glorious form. 
We see thee as a speak at a distance remote. 

Beckoning to us in life's fearful storm. 

The lowest human being on earth doubtless has a hope. 
Though the night be ever so dark, with hope in the palpitating 
heart, blazing up and enkindling genial warmth in the despair 



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frozen bosom, mounts on the swift steed of untiring persever- 
ance, and rides over the billowy-bosomed sea of life, surmount- 
ing the rugged waves that are perpetually heaving upon the 
tottering bark that is rapidly bearing us on to the further shore. 
'Tis hope, that bright little star, which we see in yon dark- 
curtained future, surrounded with the murky clouds of despair, 
seems but a pale, glimmering spark afar, its brilliancy almost 
quenched by the unceasing showers of melting tears poured 
from the dismal clouds of grief and care. But as we are rapidly 
drifting down time's herculean stream, drawing nearer to the 
hidden realms of eternity, the lamp of life now nearly extin- 
guished, it begins to brighten as the life-giving rays of hope 
beams with a crystaline light over the shrouded vale which hangs 
between us and the morrow. 

As in youth, so when thy locks are thin and hoary. 
It still reigns in thy bosom with all its glory. 



HOME. 



Home is one among the dearest words in our language, full 
of meaning and tenderness. The kindred ties of home lie near- 
est our hearts. For there we first found our sweetest associa- 
tions, in childhood's innocence culled the sweets from every 
fragrant flower that grew by the wayside of life's early morning, 
sparkling with pearly gems of dew which we kissed from their 
shining leaflets. The word home is filled with so many precious 
memories. For there it was the first lessons in life were taught 
us by a fond and gentle mother, whose hallowed influence will 
follow us along the rugged paths of life, no matter how far 
from that loved home we be. The endearing words and loved 
scenes of home can never be forgotten. Home ! what vast mul- 



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titudes bless that one loved word home ! Who is it that does 
not prize his home, you might well say his earthly heaven ? For 
there we possess all that is in this world dear to us, our best 
friends and earthly treasures with them. 

Though our earthly treasures be small. 

With loved ones to heed our call, 

And their kind sjonpathies to cheer life's way,- 

Though the clouds be heavy and dark the day. 

With their kindly cheer our burdens are lighter, 

The clouds scatter and our days grow brighter. 

Home is where we have our sweetest pleasures. 

And all of life's richest treasures. 

Carefully stored away in safe-keeping, 

To nourish us whilst life is silently creeping. 

And when death shall come to claim his own. 

Then we shall gently pass over to our heavenly home. 

But for the love of home, where is an individual who would 
not undergo many hardships and trials to add joy and comfort 
to their home ? What is it that animates thes the daily laborer 
whilst toiling from early morn to dusky eve ? 'Tis the hope of 
adding comforts to his loved home. And what is it that stimu- 
lates the untiring student, whilst sitting confined in his room, 
deprived of the many sports in which he might have participated 
that he loved so well, was he not thus employed? Why, it is 
the love of home burning in his bosom, and the determination 
of doing something to benefit himself and society. With this 
noble purpose in view, his energies glowing with transport, 
awakened by the fond aspirations of a happy home that he will 
some day psosess, where he can can retire from the busy scenes 
of the world, quietly to his own meditations, surrounded by 
the comforts of life, and those whom his heart holds most dear, 
to enjoy with him his gained treasures, as they gently glide 



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down life's stream together. Why is it that people are always 
striving to gain, as they cannot live always to enjoy it, neither 
take anything with them when they die ? No, but they are striving 
to make and store up something for a home — why not happy 
homes ? We should strive to cultivate our minds and aflfections, 
so that our homes may be happy, for — 

Wealth and luxury can not alone 
Make us a quiet and happy home. 
Nay, if we would have a happy home, 
One that our loved ones will not from it roam, 
We must surely in our bosoms ever cherish 
The diadem of love which can never perish ; 
Whose lustre will but the brighter shine 
In the dark eventide of life's dechne. 

Love is the sure foundation of a happy home. 
Without it home would only be a prison forlorn ; 
Its inmates would soon abandon its walls 
To seek peace elsewhere 'midst pleasure's haUs. 
No passion incidental to humanity embraces 
So vast a realm in life's ever-changing phases, 
As the varied forms of congenial love. 
Purifying the soul for the celestial courts above. 



MAN'S CREATION. 

Man is taught by nature the kind of a being he is, and what 
he was created for. God talks not to mortal man, neither visable 
nor invisable; but he unmistakably reveals his will to him 
through natm-e. For we might say that man, in his present 
form, is one of earth's natural plants, created for earthly purposes, 
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close observance of all natural objects of nature that we are enabled 
to conceive a correct idea of what kind of creatures we are, for 
when we come to think of it minutely and investigate the subject 
of creation, we find there are a great many different kinds of 
creation, and that each and every one is created for its own 
purpose in nature. Yet some individuals seem to think (that is, 
they say) there is but one great, grand or universal creation ; they 
contend that man is no more than brute creation. If so why 
does not man, like other beasts of the field, content himself with 
his present existence, not fret nor worry about the future ? But 
it certainly is man's natural instinct to be a worshipping creature, 
and why should he be if there was no god to worship ? For 
nature must undoubtedly be true to herself, and we learn from 
ancient historians that the heathen nations worshipped the 
heavenly planets for their god, when they had not so much as 
ever heard of a Supreme Being. 

It undoubtedly is a natural instinct given to man by nature 
to teach him that there is a God, and a higher and nobler life 
for man to enjoy in the distant future somewhere, that this 
earth is only his temporary home, and, as a matter of faci, we 
can only enjoy earth as it is. We can only make ourselves 
happy and contented if we try, or we can drag out a miserable 
existence, if we choose. It altogether depends on our sense and 
ability as to whether we do well in this life or not, and it doe® 
seem to me to be a kind of superstition in people who hold to such 
ideas as fate decrees certain things to be, that could not be 
avoided nor helped, when in reality it originated in their 
own mismanagement or neglect. 

For " Luck is pluck," I say. 
" Where there's a will there's a way," 
And those who follow precepts true 
Will make life a success all through. 
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'Tis our mistakes we make in life 
That brings our care and strife, 
For life lived practically is a scene 
Of happiness and contentment, I ween. 



Woman the weaker vessel, in an intellectual sense of the 
word or phrase, is a query that has long been agitated in the 
minds of a great many men of modern times, and it does seem 
to my mind rather an illogical one, from the simple fact that the 
world has long since conceded that woman's power is greater 
than man's. And if woman be the weaker faculty, why does 
she wield such an influence over man, the boasted lord of 
creation? Man was doubtless created as a protective power for 
woman, not a superior, and as such they have unmistakably 
held their position, for woman, generally speaking, naturally 
looks to man for her protection. 

God, in his infinite wisdom, which is far beyond mortal 
man's intelligence, created all things for definite purposes. And 
that all things whatsoever he created should harmonize for the 
good he intended, that nothing should go out void, nor return 
unto him empty, that his purposes should not be defeated. 
Therefore woman was created as man's helpmeet, (not help to eat, 
as many seem to think) a pleasure and comfort for him. We 
have divine authority for this word : God said it was not good 
for man to be alone, therefore he made him a helpmeet. Not a 
mere something to rule over, for he had created the beasts of 
the fields, the flying fowls of the air, and the fishes of the sea, 
and gave man dominion over them, but not woman. And now, 
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vacancy to be filled. God had not yet created his grand work 
of creation, and now, in his profound wisdom, performed his 
last and best creation when he made woman. And endowed her 
with the same intellectual powers of man, thereby fitting her for 
a suitable companion, a comforter, a solacer, and a pleasure for 
him, not a menial slave. It is surpassing strange, yet 'tis true, 
that most persons always take advantage of a thought or word 
in their own favor. For instance, the word or epithet commonly 
applied to woman as the weaker vessel, man generally attributes 
its meaning to woman's intelligence, when, indeed, it only refers 
to her physical creation. 

Man is most assuredly, through the divine oracles, told to 
honor woman as the weaker vessel, not to look upon her as a 
shallow-brained imbecile, that would be a strange way to honor 
anyone. I heg to be excused, I ask no such honors at their 
hands. And would it not be more reasonable to suppose if man 
was endowed with superior intellect to that of woman he would 
very readily understand at once the meaning of the word, or 
phrase, weaker vessel, to refer to her physical developement, as 
it is clearly defined by all natural objects. For nature is true to 
herself in every respect, as there is not anything in nature or 
natural objects but what have their uses in the economy of 
nature, and for us to deny anything is so, only because it is 
beyond our feeble comprehension, is surely absurd, to say the 
least of it. And we clearly understand that the finer a piece of 
mechanism the weaker it is, and the coarser and rougher it is the 
stronger. So it is with man's creation, man being the first 
creation, created from the crude rudiments of the earth, whilst 
woman, being the last, finest and best creation, was taken from 
man after the refining process was completed in him ; hence she 
is called the weaker vessel. 

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knowledge and then gave it to man. Why, if he was so much 
her superior, did he accept it at her hands ? Take the advice of 
a simpleton when he knew it was forbidden fruit, and thus incur 
the displeasure of his great Creator in disobeying one of His 
most positive commands ? Why risk the fearful consequences, 
if he possessed so much wisdom ? Hence 'tis conclusive to my 
mind that man and woman's intellect by nature and culture are 
equal, but woman's power is greatest. 



IMPROVEMENT. 

Improvement is one among the most progressive advance 
ments of the age. It is seen everywhere, swiftly tripping along 
the endless road of perfection, with its beneficial capacities 
disclosing its refined elegance in the advent of time, fulfilling the 
the duty assigned to its portion, as time rolls along the dark 
ages of eternity, in revealing as they pass the material events of 
future years. Improvement is one of the most extensive 
enterprises in the world. It expands throughout all our universe, 
completing the works of nature into a more perfect and beautiful 
state of scenery to the admiring gaze of man, thereby presenting 
to his mind a more lofty contemplation of the benevolence of 
Deity. 

Improvement is one of the most essential works in existence, 
daily presenting itself to our view and manifesting the ability 
that was^committed to it, showing forth the power and wisdom 
of an Infinite Being throughout the earth's remotest bounds. 
Unfolding her responsibilities into the arms of nature for a more 
extended space to complete in the rolling tide of years ; adding 
more beauty and grandeur to our benighted world than any 
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in the last century. Where once was a dreary wilderness, 
infested with wild and ferocious beasts, inhabited by a wild 
and savage race, is now a peaceful, civilized and enlightened 
nation. Instead of wigwams and huts are now stately edificefi-< 
arrayed in magnificent splendor ; and the lone prairies which had 
nothing to ornament their valleys, save tlieir green vesture, are 
are now dotted with animals of various kinds, sporting about as 
if proud of their station. Improvement is one of the most 
benificent works of creation, full of significance and power. 



ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. 



"Always look on the bright side of everything," is an old 
precept, and should be practiced by everyone. If people would 
only take care not to look on the shady side of life, there would 
be a great many more pleasant faces and cheerful voices. For 
imaginary troubles, in most all instances, are worse than real 
ones, as the coinage of the brain, to a considerable extent, is very 
lively, always in action, and will, in its fancies, present objects 
in a thousand diflferent forms, whilst real troubles are natural 
and can, with fortitude and a firm resolution, be easily braved 
through. 

To look on the bright side of everything should be an 
infallible rule, and observed by everyone, for there is scarcely 
anything in existence but what has two sides, shades, or 
colorings. For an instance, we will take the young student that 
is just entering on the stage of manhood. See him as he opens 
the great journal of his life and views, as it were, the first broad 
page of his futurity. He sees the dark clouds hovering around 
him, and, as far as the eye can penetrate, the vast realms ahead 



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of him seems one great plain, enshrouded with smoke and fog. 

Now — 

His fairy phantom boat, of ambition and hope, 
On life's rugged waves, scarcely can float. 
But is sinking underneath the billows of despair 
When a sylph-like form, so beautiful and fair, 

bids him turn the leaf and view the other side. With utter 
astonishment he beholds, at a great distance, a beautiful valley 
all covered with the greatest variety of flowers and evergreens, 
and through it a majestic river is flowing rapidly, bearing on 
its broad bosom the finest vessels imaginable, drifting on to the 
shoreless seas of eternity. And whilst thus viewing the scene, 
though at so great a distance, and contemplating what to do, his 
bosom swells with emotion. He is now filled with awe and 
admiration at the divine works of an all-wise Providence, and 
resolves to press onward. But on looking around he sees those 
dark, angry clouds still lowering and large mountains rising 
before him, and his pathway intercepted with rugged precipices. 
He now exclaims, "Alas ! alas ! there are too many obstacles in 
the way. It is vain, it is folly to think of such a perilous 
journey." And now, whilst his almost despairing heart sinks 
within him, hope bids him look higher. He looks, and now 
beholds a difierent scene : he sees the fair fields of fame and 
renown lying just beyond this beautiful valley, and, on making 
a more minute examination of the picture, he discovers quite 
a number of youths pressing onward to those elysian fields. 
Some have reached the desirable place, others are nearly there, 
and some just making their start. 

And now, whilst viemng life's beautiful picture, though 
fraught with so many dangers and difllculties, his ambition is 
fully aroused. He now resolves to press onward, and always 
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And now, dear young friends, remember that you are just 
starting out upon the journey of hfe and you should be very 
careful the course of action you take in early youth, as your 
future happiness, in a great degree, depends mostly upon the 
kind of impressions received and tactics practiced in your 
childhood. If you spend the bright morning of life in idleness 
and vain pursuits, you may be sure at eventide to meet with 
remorse and disappointment. And now, whilst life's morning so 
brightly dawns, press onward, look forward to the blazing star 
of hope, which] will guide you safely through the dark ages of 
futurity, throwing its sunlight o'er the shadowy paths that lie 
through the gloomy forests of the beyond. And if you meet 
with trials and disappointments, never despair ; remember that 
our lives, like the tempestuous sea, sometimes smoothly glides, 
then again angry storms o'er her billows ride. So through the 
ever-changing scenes of life, always look on the bright side of 
everything. 



CRANKS. 

Cranks are a peculiar sort of people that are talked about a 
great deal now-a-days ; only because people know more about 
them now than they did in our grandmother's time. Of course 
there were not a few then called cranks who out-cranked those 
that so nick-named them ; but as a common rule those that are 
always so ready to call someone a crank are those over-wise 
knowing things who are the worst of the tvfo, yes, two to one 
the crankiest, for their knowledge of psycology is scarcely equal 
to that of the friendly mosquitoes, for they will probe through 
your dress to see what kind of stufi' you are ; but these self-con- 
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or external appearance. 'Tis not the individual, but the dress 
that they esteem. 

When you please the eye of a fool you tickle his vanity. 
The only difference between a dude and a crank (what some 
people call a crank) is that one is a fool for clothes, and the other 
a fool for the lack of them. — 

Fine feathers for a fine bird, 

Not for a man's much speaking, 
Will he in a crowd be heard. 

For men's eyes are vainly seeking 
To please the eye, not the ear ; 

For a witty fool in fine clothes 
Will they more willingly hear 

Than a man who everj^hing knows. 
And chooses for himself to wear 

A costume of comfort and pleasure. 
Regardless of being called a bear. 
Or hailed as a stylish treasure. 
And these are the kind of people who, in an independent,, 
noble manner, dress and act to correspond with their nature and 
good sense, and who are called cranks by the fashionable snob — 
Who sports a watch and chain, 
And wears his broad cravat, 
Whilst with a fashionable cane 

Hp tips his bee-gum hat. 
And, oh ! a young lady to meet. 

What an all-glorious smile 
He'd give her on the street, 

Her unwary heart to beguile. 
But he is only the chaff 
Of society's true man ; 
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On God's true original plan. 
So it matters not very much 

What he says of anything, nor how ; 
For his gossip and all such 

Doesn't amount to a good bow-wow. 



MAN'S TRANSGRESSION. 

Man's transgression brought to him sin, sorrow and death. 
He died in order to gain wisdom ; yea, he died in the purchase 
of wisdom, in eating the fruit of the forbidden tree of knowledge. 
Man fell from his purity by this transgression, and if he would 
become truly wise he must now die to sin. As it was then with 
man, he eat of the tree of knowledge to become wise ; so it is 
now, if he would gain the true wisdom which surpasseth all 
understanding he must accept Christ (who is our tree of knowl- 
edge) and die to sin, if he would gain the only true wisdom and 
be enabled to eat of the tree of life and live forever. 

The tree of knowledge was put in the Garden of Eden for 
man, doubtless, when he should arrive at the years of maturity 
(not for children) ; then, at the proper time, in eating the fruit 
of knowledge, they would have become wise as gods, hence they 
would have been prepared to eat of the tree of life and lived 
forever. But the fruit was unsuited for children, therefore God 
commanded Adam and Eve not to eat of it ( as they were but 
children in knowledge at that time and only needed children's 
food to nourish them until the proper time for strong food should 
be required); that in the day they did eat of it they would 
surely die. And as God created them he surely knew what was 
best for them. But the children disobeyed their father and had 
to be punished ; justice demanded it. So, after they had eat of 



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the tree of knowledge and knew good from evil, God drove them 
out of the Garden of Eden, placing there a cherubim and flaming 
sword between them and the tree of hf e lest they might pluck 
it and live forever. 

Christ is a type of this beautiful figure. Christ is our Tree 
of Life and Knowledge. If we accept Him and become 
enlightened we will then love Him and obey Him, and when we 
have passed over the sword of mortal death, which is between us 
and our God, we will then eat of the tree of hfe freely to the 
enjoyment of the soul's salvation, redeemed from under the 
curse of sin by the blood of the lamb. 

As the tree of life and knowledge was planted in the Garden 
of Eden to be used at the proper time by man, and would have 
been a blessing had it not been plucked in the wrong season, 
thereby causing man to suffer in consequence of this untimely act; 
hence they have been transplanted to the Garden of Eden in 
Paradise. Now, Christ is our tree of life and knowledge, and if 
we would gain this true knowledge and live forever we must accept 
Christ and die to sin, and thus become enlightened, eat of the 
tree of life and live. For, as man was created in the beginning 
a pure being, in the image of his Divine Creator, and died 
through his transgression to gain knowledge, and thus become a 
slave to sin ; so now he must die to sin, and accept Christ, the 
tree of life and knowledge, to inherit salvation and to live forever. 

Death is the sword placed between man and eternity ; as man 
is when the sword cuts him down, so eternity finds him. If he 
has part in Christ he is admitted to the tree of life, for he has 
passed over the sword of mortal death, where he can now eat of 
the tree of life freely which stands on either side of the beautiful 
river of life, its pure waters clear as crystal flowing from out the 
throne of God and the lamb, and inherit eternal salvation, pur- 
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but if he has no part in Christ, passes over the flaming sword of 
death and inherits eternity, an eternal death of misery and 
despair. 

Oh ! could we but lift the veil 

Which hides from our view eternity ; 
See the world of woe, and hear the wail 

Of lost spirits who dwell in misery ; 
See the hedious frown of dark despair 

Impressed upon the woe-begone feature 
Of the once beautiful bro^ so fair. 

The lovely image of a seraphic creature. 
Whose heart we had thought too pure, 

Too guiltless to ever enter there ; 

A world of vexation, sorrow and care, 
Methinks this evil we would shun, 

A life more careful we would live. 
And when each day's work was done 

Its toil would sweeter rest give. 
For no bitter thoughts of injured friends 

Would disturb our peaceful slumber. 
In Kving a life on which heaven depends 

Our every act would be a vital number. 

Oh ! could we but lift the veil 

Which hides heaven from our view, 
And see the crystal waters that never fail 

In the river of life for I and you. 
And near its margin on either side 

Behold for us the beautiful tree 
The lamb of God, our Savior crucified 

Has purchased for you and me, 
Methinks our light afflictions here 



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Would make us appreciate heaven more, 
For its beauties through them more clear 

Would shine from the golden shore ; 
And methinks on the wings of faith I see 

In the bright, beautiful land of love 
The dear ones who dwell in eternity 

Spread their snowy wings in climes above 
And soar away in other regions fair, 

In the eternal light of God's love 
To ever live and dwell there. 

Then let us, dear friends, ever strive 
In a fairer world than this to arrive. 
Where sunhght nor heat never come„ 
But the weary cares of Kfe are done. 



THE GOOD OLD TIMES. 

Why is it that we so often hear people speak of the good old 
times ? Is it possible that in the ages of ignorance and supersti- 
tion, times were better and more appreciated than in this 
enlightened age? Certainly not, but this evidently is only a 
fancy or whim which carry people back to their home associations 
of early life when its cup was overflowing with the fondest 
feelings and purest affection of home life; unmixed with sophistry 
and deceit, consequently those were their good times, hence, 
they say the good old times, and as the world progresses, those 
good old times will ever be cherished in fond memory from one 
generation to another for doubtless fifty years, hence, people 
wiU speak of to-day of their good old times. So far as the 
times are concerned, they are just what people make them. If 
we want good times, we must help to make them good. But 



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how are we to do it? By doing right ourselves, and thus 
encouraging others to do so by our example, and discountenance 
those who persist in wrong-doing and possess immoral habits. 
Shun their society, thereby teaching them if they would be 
respected, that they must conduct themselves respectable. In 
speaking of the good old times, we all know that it is but 
natural for people to look on the early part of their lives, when 
their hopes were all in the future and their morning skies were 
unclouded with care, as their happiest days and good old times, 
e'en if they have been e'er so hard, their hardships would now 
have been forgotten. For as the years come and go by, and our 
future hopes have not been realized as our expectations had 
planned them out for us, of course our disappointments make us 
feel as though the times are not now what they once have been. 
Never has there been a time since the creation of the world, but 
what times have been hard with some portion of its inhabitants, 
especially the poor and afflicted, for Christ said : " The poor ye 
always have with you, " and at any time you may help them. 
So the poor and afflicted we have had, and will doubtless always 
have among us. Then when we hear people speak of the good 
old times, we should only think that their burdens of life have 
been either lighter, or else they had more courage and fortitude 
to bear them than now ; that it was more in themselves than the 
times. I have often been amused when listening at the conver- 
sation of individuals meeting after a lapse of years, in 
relating the former days of their acquaintance, when in the good 
old times they enjoyed life so much better than now ; when they 
had no railroads, no telephones and but few telegraph wires, 
consequently, did not hear of half the crime that was committed 
in the country nor half of the want and destitution which 
prevailed among its inhabitants, and as a matter of fact in such 
instances, " ignorance is bliss, " for they could not realize 
anything of which they knew nothing of. Therefore, those 



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were their happiest days and good old times. But now how 
changed are the times ; they can hear from all parts of the world 
in a few days, instead of months and years, which brings the 
tragic story of death, of famine, pestilence and destitution to 
them every day from some portion of the world. Wherefore, 
this is an evident fact to their minds, that the world grows more 
wicked instead of wiser and better, and it is really diverting to 
hear them speak of the hard old times, when they had to grind 
their bread with a steel mill turned with ( not by ) a crank, and 
how sweet the coarse corn-bread eat, and its being ground coarse 
made it so much more digestible ; and how much better and nicer 
the flavor of coffee was, when parched in a large oven with a lid 
over it, around an old fashioned fire-place, and those old-fashioned 
sweet-potatoes (not the improved) was so much nicer when 
baked in an oven around the fire-place. They were so juicy, and 
in fact, everything seemed more substantial, because it took such 
hard labor to produce it. They certainly thought it must be bet- 
ter than these new-fangled ways of modern inventions, with which, 
by a simple but effectual process, we can cook a whole meal in a 
few minutes with but a small handful of wood, or even none at 
all ; for it seems so easy done that they think it can't be as good 
as the old way. 

As good as the old way. 

When women over the fire, 
Baked their brains day by day, 

To cook a meal for their sire. 
And I can well remember 

When a cook-stove was introduced, 
Into a household, every member 

With the greatest anxiety was induced 

To behold the great invention, 

Which was woman's burden to lighten. 
And give her toilet more attention 
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And it certainly did, for awhile, 

Prove a grand household joy. 
In bringing to it many a smile 

To bless ; instead of a frown to annoy. 

But, like other devices, wrought 

By the skilled art of man, 
When ingenuity had brought 

Finer inventions on a better plan, 
The original but a shadow of the new. 

Lost its magic charm so dear, 
And has become so common too. 

That 'tis no longer music for the ear. 

For the desires, or inward cravings of man, like the restless 
ocean wave that is continually surging, is never at rest, but is 
ever reaching out in its research into the mysterious labyrinths 
of the future for fields of investigation wherein they may attain 
a more thorough knowledge of their creation and its purposes. 
And it is truly wonderful the rapid strides which man has made in 
scientific researches within the last half-century. I say half 
instead of a whole century, because a great many people can look 
back within their own individual knowledge over this stretch of 
time, and can realize its progress much better than if referred 
back a century to ponder over the read-knowledge gleaned from 
different writers. For that which is seen with thine own eyes is 
far better understood and realized than the history given from 
the views of others, as we can't see all things alike, and the same 
scenes often draw out entirely different feelings and expressions 
from different individuals. Hence, the differences of opinion 
that originate in the human family arise from this source, as 
but few people are constituted alike ; what might please some, 
perhaps would disgust others ; therefore, the creation of man, 
when we take into consideration the millions of inhabitants, 
occupants of the same world, subject to a like condition in life, 
yet so different in understanding in the whole sense of the word. 



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is the grandest mystery of earth. Man can, and will solve 
many things of this earth which seems now a mystery to him. 
For many things appear mysterious to us, when, in fact, 'tis no 
mystery — only our misapprehension — but man can never the 
mystery of his own creation understand only in part, until he 
passes through all the different stages of his existence, which wiU 
doubtless lead him through other worlds than this, then when he 

Reaches that wonder-land 

On the further shore, 
Will he, on the golden strand, 

E'er sigh for the days of yore ? 
Will the good old times 

E'er be cherished there, 
When heaven's melody chimes 

Softly and sweetly everywhere 
In a fairer land of love, 

Where no false friendships deceive ? 

O, then, think not of the past, 

As the good times of yore. 
But let our anchor be cast 

Leeward bound to a fairer shore. 
Then our good times will begin. 

When we've passed from earth away. 
When we cease to mourn for sin. 

And chant redemption's sweet roundelay. 

Yes, our good times wiU be, 

When we on the silvery strand, 
Meet the loved ones we've longed to see 

And join their sweet seraphic band 
To rejoice in the light of eternal day. 

Where the gloom of sorrow's night 
Ne'er throws its shadows o'er the way. 

Nor veils the joys of Heaven's light. 

And sweet will that welcome be 

From the loved ones gone before. 
To share with them bright eternity, 

Where earth's cares come no more. 



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But ill Heaven's beautiful clime, 

No tempests ever wreck the sky, 
Nor sunset, at latest eve's decline. 

Immortality can never fade nor die. 



FAREWELL. 

What a feeling of sadness this word brings to us, especially 
when we are called upon to take a final departure from dear 
friends. 'Tis then we realize the sadness of this lonely word. 
And yet the word farewell we may at any time see and hear in 
the grand arena of nature's universe, for it is beautifully written 
on the fading flowers of earth, as they pass from the stage of 
existence. Their beauty and lovliness, as they fold their leaves 
in death, say farewell. It is written 

On the golden leaves 

Of the, forest trees. 

As they rustle in the evening wind, 

And gently to the ground descend, 

Twirling 'round in a magic spell. 

Say, farewell, farewell. 

The sweet little bird, perched upon a limb sing ng its song so 
free, unplumes its wing and soaring away, says farewell. The 
golden sun, as it sinks beneath the horizon, its lingering rays 
shimmering and fading from view, says farewell. The closing 
day, in her gentle twilight's fall, with the softest accent of eve's 
latest zephyr, whispers farewell. The stars in silence that shed 
their soft silvery light, as they gently pass their onward course, 
say farewell. 

So shall all earth's inhabitants say; 

Whether by thought or action expressed, 
Farewell, as their days pass away. 

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For earth and all of its creatures are 
But passing shadows beneath the sky; 

Which appear as a wandering star 
Twinkling in the misty realms afar. 

For this is but the shadow land 

Of the beautiful beyond in eternity bright, 

Where, from the surf -beaten strand 
Of eternal shores, the material light 

Throws the shadows of substance behind, 
Revealing in that glorious world above 

Earth's mysteries, to the opening mind 
Of man, the great light of God's love. 

And tho' our friends oft say farewell, 
'Tis only a wish of kindness expressed ; 

A 'feeling of tenderness to tell — 
Only a departure's pleasing address. 

For the word farewell, like many others, is varied in its 
meaning, and is often misconstrued and frequently misppplied, 
for the lack of knowing its true and original significations. For 
if we will examine this word carefully, we will find that a great 
many people use it in a vague sense, as the word " farewell" is 
a compound word composed from the two words, fare, and well. 
By the word fare, we understand that to signify a state or con- 
dition ; and it may be either good or bad ; and the word " well '' 
signifies something similar only used in a more positive sense, as 
it always conveys the same idea to the mind. If we say 'tis well, 
we know it to be good. Then farewell does not always convey 
to the mind a feeling of final separation when used in its proper 
sense ; but as a kind wish expressed ; that the fare or condition 
in which you may be placed might be good or well, as may you 
fare well, that is, may your condition be good, so I say farewell 
gentle reader. 

May life be pleasant with you. 
May its days unclouded with care, 



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Be spent in wisdom's w&js so true 
That no cloud can ever enter there. 

May you the ages gently pass down, 
Safely moored on life's rugged stream, 

Bear the cross and win the crown. 
Where its stars in eternity will gleam. 

May your day dreams of life 

Be fill'd with a zealous love 
Ever free from care and strife. 

For the work of thy Master above. 

And tho' the dark clouds lower, 

And thy pathway here be dark. 
And the pleasures of life seem o'er. 

Fear not, for you'll safely embark 
At last on the shining shore. 



VALEDICTOEY SONG. 

I RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE READERS OF THIS BOOK. E. F. P.] 



When our bark drifts o'er life's raging sea. 
And we land on the bright shores of eternity. 
When the rugged waves of life's sorrows are crossed, 
And in the joys of Heaven are forever lost. 

We will hear the golden bells ringing. 
We will hear the angel voices singing 
When we meet again " on the shining shore, " 
Where death, sin and sorrow come no more. 

When the toils of earthly life are done. 
And the glad victory o'er death is won, 
When our spirits, freed from this mortal clay 
Will bask in the light of eternal day. 



We will hear the golden bells ringing. 
We wiU hear the angel voices singing. 



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When we meet again " on the shining shore, " 
Where death, sin and sorrow comes no more. 

When we lay our bodies down to sleep 
In silence, where none ever wake to weep, 
When life's fierce battles with sin are o'er. 
And we, with the saints, our Savior adore. 

We will hear the golden bells ringing. 
We will hear the angel voices singing 
When we meet again " on the shining shore, '' 
Where death, sin and sorrow come no more. 

O, come, ye weary pilgrims, burdened with care, 
Look to Jesus. He will your burdens share, 
For He has gone before us ; mansions to prepare 
That with Him we may forever dwell there. 

Where we'll hear the golden bells ringing. 
And hear the angel voices singing, 
When we meet again " on the shining shore, '' 
Where death, sin and sorrow comes no more. 



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